"Every year. Packed with muggles of course."
Hermione cringed. It had now over a decade since she had married into the Weasley clan but sometimes, the tone of Molly's voice could still be rather grating. Still, it could also have been worse. Initially, that first winter she was free from school, she had worried that the idea of strapping planks to your feet and hurling yourself down a mountain would confuse her new family, but that had been a serious miscalculation on her part. Of course a clan made up entirely of Gryffindors would not only understand the concept, but also take to the sport like fish to water.
Luckily, she was saved from having to say anything in response by her darling husband.
"Mum!" he moaned petulantly, letting some of his inner manchild slip through. "I've told you before: they're called moguls!"
His mother seemed annoyed at the correction but decided to let it slide. "Well, whatever they're called, I bet I'll be feeling them in my knees tonight."
Molly's lighthearted complaints were cut short by Arthur Weasley and a long small army of Weasley grandchildren of various ages shooting past her, Ron and Hermione.
"Heeeeyy! Hey, baby!" the ginger patriarch sang - his voice amplified - while expertly guiding his parallel skis around the bumps in the slope.
"Hoo! Hah!" the children responded with a shout as they followed him in single file.
"I wanna knoooow; if you'll be my girl!"
Arthur and the children's posture was perfect, knees easily absorbing the shocks like car suspensions as they hit unexpected bumps. The group continued to hurtle and sing down the mountain while zigzagging, eventually disappearing behind the forest after a curve in the slope.
"DJ fucking Ötzi," groaned Hermione, despairing at the realisation that Gryffindor attitudes also affected their taste in music. Ron's stupid grin really took the biscuit as well, she could see him whispering along to the song.
Only much later, as she enjoyed some peace and quiet from the Weasley army in the sauna, did she realise Molly had not even reacted to her bad language. She smiled, basking in the knowledge that she had her mother-in-law as an ally.