Monday December 7th
Weasley house, outside of Fred's Room
2:07 pm
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"Operation Christmas."
"No, that's too boring. How about Operation Presents?"
"Wait, how is that any different then Operation Christmas?"
"It sounds better. Plus, it's my idea."
"Well, it's my house you git, and who gave you permission anyways…"
Roxanne Weasley put a hand over her mouth and giggled. She could hear her brother and her cousins in his room, obviously planning something. Tiptoeing closer to Fred's partially opened door (At age seven Roxie didn't know much about scheming, or planning. But she did know that her cousins and brother were stupid for not shutting the door all the way), she peeked through its small opening. She could just make out Louis sitting on Fred's bed with James beside him. Fred was out of her sight range but Roxie assumed he was near the dresser, judging by the direction his voice was coming from. Holding her breath, she didn't want to make any noise; she continued to listen in to their conversation.
"When are we doing this? I don't want to get caught," came Louis's –the ever dependable cousin- voice.
"Caught?" Roxie could hear James scoff and she smiled. He was so predictable. "We don't get caught. We're Weasley's."
"Yeah, but Dad's pretty smart," Roxanne secretly nodded in agreement with her brother. "So we got to be careful. Getting those Christmas presents is not going to be easy."
"But it'll sure be fun!" All three of the ten-year-olds laughed and Roxie took an even closer step to the door, anxious to hear the rest of the conversation.
A small sigh sounded in the air right above Roxanne's head, "What are the boys up to now?"
The unexpected voice took Roxanne completely by surprise and she jumped, nearly wetting her pants. Turning around, she saw her dad standing right behind her. Oh no. For a moment, Roxanne thought she was going to get in trouble for eavesdropping, but her father simply smiled and pressed a finger to his lips, cautioning her to be quiet as he listened at the door. After a few moments, a small grin flittered around his mouth. Dropping to his knees, George Weasley angled his head towards his only daughter, "So they're trying to get to their Christmas presents huh?"
Roxanne nodded, too shocked to say anything else. She had a feeling her dad finding out was the last thing the boys expected. Glancing towards the door, she was relieved to see that the boys were too engrossed in their planning to pay any attention to the two enemies that were currently standing outside the door.
Her dad's hot breath tickled her ear as he continued to whisper, "Did your brother include you in his plans?"
"No," said Roxie softly, still upset by that fact. She knew her brother was planning to get the presents, she did catch him outside their dad's office a few days ago after all, and she thought that she might've been included in their plans. But she was wrong.
"Well," replied George, "I have may have a plan or two up my sleeve regarding Christmas presents as well. The only thing is, I'm in need of some assistance. Maybe from a certain little girl with big brown eyes? Do you know anyone that fits that description?"
"Yes, me!" Roxanne jumped up excitedly, forgetting for a minute that she was still lurking outside her brother's bedroom door. George grabbed his daughter's arm to quiet her. "Sssh," he said, nodding towards the partially open door, "We can't talk here. Let's go to the kitchen. I think your mum just pulled out a batch of fresh baked biscuits. We can talk in there."
Roxie nodded and started to rise. Before she and her dad left the hallway she glanced one last time at her brother's bedroom. Listening to the excited voices from within, a mischievous gleam entered her eyes. The boys were going to have no idea what hit them.