(A/N: So I have a lot of explaining to do. I had a pretty horrible case of bronchitis that laid me up for a couple of weeks, then my laptop broke epically, then it took over a month for me to have the means to get to a Best Buy to fix it, then Toshiba was a bitch about getting a disc to the Geek Squad, and after all of that I got a major case of writer's block for this story. This isn't the full chapter I wanted to post; but I owe ya'll something for sticking with me through my monumental case of shite luck. I don't own Harry Potter. Enjoy!)

Chapter 20: Curious Christmas Conversations Part 1

Darren and I decided not to enact our plans until after the break, seeing as the aforementioned break was starting the next day. Also, he was going home and need to pack. Speaking of Christmas plans, the Hogwarts contingency of us Weasleys are going to be staying at the castle, Harry had practically ripped the sign-up sheet out of McGonagall's hand (I'm definitely talking to him about his home situation at some point during the break), and Hermione was heading home. Suddenly, my stomach dropped. Crap, I'm stuck with all boys!...Maybe now would be a good time to write Ginny.

~oOo~

Dear Ginny,

So, um, hi! I'm your long-lost older sister! Surprise!...Now that I've gotten that awkwardness out of the way, I'd like to explain why I'm writing you now of all times.

If my guess is correct, you're now in Romania and you've been told of my existence. (If not, the cat's out of the bag now.) I'm writing because I want to get to know you. I've always wanted a sister! So now I'm going to ask you a bunch of obnoxious getting-to-know-you questions.

What's your favorite color? When's your birthday? What's your favorite food? What's your favorite thing to do in your spare time? How did you survive all of our brothers' irritating boy-ness? Most importantly, what's your favorite genre of music?

In exchange for that entire paragraph of questions, I'll tell you a little about myself. My favorite colors are blue and purple. Since I'm Ron's twin, you already know my birthday. My favorite foods are bacon and chocolate. I like to sing, read, watch anime (Japanese Muggle comic books converted to a combination of a radio program and our moving pictures…that's the best way I can describe it honestly), and play piano. I grew up in America, Texas to be specific. My favorite genre of music is rock.

Anyway, it's been nice writing to you. (Please make sure to be super nice to the owl, she's my friend Harry's.)

Love,

Kayla

~oOo~

Once I had folded the letter and addressed it, I ambled over to Ron and Harry who were playing chess.

"Hey, Harry! Could I borrow Hedwig?" I asked.

After his bishop got smushed, he looked up and said, "Sure."

Slowly, I reached my hand up as I thanked him. Quickly, I ruffled his hair and then ran off cackling madly all the way to the Owlrey.

"Hedwig! Harry said I could send a letter with you!" I called up to the beautiful snowy owl.

She opened her golden eyes and inspected me thoroughly before fluttering down to me with a soft hoot.

As I fastened the letter to her leg, I told her, "This letter is to my little sister, Ginny Weasley. She is either in Romania or on her way there. Don't give me that look! I promise I'll give you a slice of bacon when you get back!"

As soon as I had made sure that the letter was fastened properly, the sassy owl flew off making sure to claw my arm slightly.

~oOo~

I have been sitting in front of my window in the dorm bouncing for hours, just waiting for the sun to come up. The reason for this highly out of character behavior? IT'S CHRISTMAS! I have been waiting for it to be a decent time to wake the boys. My presents were delivered to the end of my bed during the short span of time I actually managed to sleep. Oooh, lookit! The sun's coming up! I can wake the boys now and we can open our presents together!

I merrily skipped down the girl's stairs and up the boy's until I spotted the door labelled 'First Years.'

I slammed the door open and sang at the top of my voice,

"Feliz Navidad

Feliz Navidad

Feliz Navidad

Prosper año y felicidad

Feliz Navidad

Feliz Navidad-" (A/N: I don't own this song)

At that point I was cut off very rudely by a pillow to the face from my grumpy twin. Harry just looked bemused and sleepy. Awww.

"Merry Christmas to you too, dearest twin. Here I was, innocently waking up my twin and friend with a nice Christmas song so that we could all gather our Christmas presents and open them together in the Common Room, and you just HAD to throw a pill at me like the Grinch!" I really put on the fake-hurt expression and even worked up some tears.

It was a testament to the frequency of my dramatics that all they did was gather their presents (Harry with a thoroughly shocked expression, like it was unusual for him to get presents), shake their heads, and asked a question a piece. ("What's the Grinch?" "Are you even allowed in our dorm?") I responded to those cheerfully. ("A Christmas-hating fiend." "Yes, but boys aren't allowed in mine; so wait whilst I gather my presents.")

When I returned, the frenzy began.

(A/N: The next chapter will continue on Christmas and it will be decidedly less fluffy. That's all I'm gonna say about that. Please let me know what you think! Tschuss!)