Wednesday December 2nd
Weasley Household, Rose's bedroom
5:47 am
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"Pssst….Rose."
Hugo leaned over his older sister or rather, the bundle of sheets that concealed his older sister. But Hugo was fairly certain Rose was under there, unless she had gotten eaten by the Hungry Man, the magical creature that ate people while they slept and then replaced their bodies with his. Of course, James had told Hugo about the Hungry Man and Hugo knew that James rarely told the truth. Hugo was six. Not mental. Besides, Hugo didn't think the Hungry Man had big, bushy red hair, like the strands of hair currently escaping the blankets. And if he did, well, Hugo felt sorry for him.
"Rosssseeeee," Hugo forgot about the Hungry Man and gave the blankets another poke, prodding them with his finger. "Rossssiieeeee…."
The blankets moved and Hugo was suddenly confronted with a sleepy brown eye as it peered out of a crack, regarding him suspiciously. Yep, definitely Rose. "Hugo?" Rose asked confusedly, the rest of her body still covered by sheets, "What are you doing 'ere?"
"Are you 'wake?"
Rose rolled over onto her stomach and pulled the blankets further up over her face. Her reply was muffled. "No."
But Hugo wasn't disheartened. He simply wiggled closer to his sister. "Rossseeeeee," he continued to plead as he shook the blankets, "I know you awake. I just saw you."
The blankets moved again. "Hugo, go back to bed."
"No. I have an important question to ask you."
Hugo could hear a heavy sign escape the bundle. A second later the blankets were thrown back and Rose's face was exposed. "What?" she asked her brother sharply.
Hugo leaned closer towards her, "What are you getting Dad for Christmas?"
"Hugo!!" Rose groaned and looked at him, "You woke me up for that?"
Hugo nodded and Rose sighed again, "I don't know."
Her duties as a sister clearly done for the day, Rose pulled the blankets back up over her face and attempted to roll over. But Hugo stopped her. "Rose-"
"No."
"But Rose-"
"No."
"But Roseee-"
The blankets fell off and Rose sat up, her normally bushy hair currently crackling with electricity. "Hugo," she said calmly, though Hugo could tell by the glint in her eye she was anything but calm, "If you are not out of my room in five seconds I will take everyone of your Henry the Muggle figures and flush each of them down the toilet. Individually," she added.
Hugo left the room so fast his little legs were a blur. He left as if an irate pack Hungarian Horntails was fast on his tail and not simply an angry, sleep-deprived older sister. He would just have to talk to Rose later. Maybe.
Hugo continued to wander down the hallway, still wondering what to get his dad for Christmas. It had to be good. His dad was an important man; he was a 'Uror'. He deserved an important present. Hugo stopped outside his parents' bedroom. Cocking his head to the side, he heard his parents snoring. Or rather, his dad snoring. It was loud. Very loud.
A mischievous gleam came to Hugo's eyes. Maybe he could go in and ask his mum. She would know.
Opening their door up quietly, Hugo tiptoed to his mother's side of the bed. She slept on her side, with his dad's arm snuggled tightly around her waist. Squeezing his way up onto their bed he poked her gently, trying not to awaken his dad. "Pssst…Mum."
Hearing nothing, he poked her again. "Muuuummm."
His mother still didn't move. She was worse then Rose. Sighing, Hugo wiggled his way up the bed, not stopping until he reached her face. Cupping his hands over her ears, he bent down and yelled loudly, "Muu-um!"
As his mother awakened with a scream, sending both Hugo and his dad tumbling to the floor, Hugo reflected that maybe this wasn't the best time to ask her his question.
Author's Note: I just want to take a moment to thank everyone for the reads and reviews. They are always welcomed and very much appreciated. And just as a precaution, this story will be full of plenty of pointless holiday family fluff. So nobody say I didn't warn you. :)