For SKIVING SNACKBOX
Title: Untitled
Author: Miss L. Towe
Genre: serious FLUFF
Pairings: Many - lots of Weasleys and significant others, R/T
Rating: G
Summary: A mystery package appears under the tree.
Word Count: 875
Author's Notes: I know this is really long, but I couldn't help it. I hope it makes up for the last one being so late. *hugs*
“Alastor hasn’t come yet, Arthur,” Mrs. Weasley said as she sat down in her rocker next to the tree. “I think we should wait with presents until he comes.”
“No, dear,” Mr. Weasley replied. “He expressly told me not to hold anything on his account. I gather he had some lead to follow up and you know how he is. But he promised to be here in time for lunch, at the latest.”
There followed a pleasant, noisy bustle as presents were drawn from under the tree and handed round. Famous Weasley sweaters were donned by all, even the usually staid Professor McGonagall who had joined them that morning. Tonks changed her hair to match hers exactly, much to the amusement of them all. Harry, Ginny, Hermione and Ron had gone together to get Remus a particularly fine early edition of Gulliver’s Travels which Hermione had carefully chosen. Harry, Ginny and Ron, however, couldn’t resist adding a pack of assorted Skiving Snackboxes on the side, just for a bit of fun. The twins surprised everyone by bringing lovely wristwatches for all. True, most looked askance, waiting for the punch line, but it never came. They eventually decided it must be the influence of Fred’s new girlfriend, Erin. She had banded together with Katie and the two of them occasionally managed to curb some of the more riotous behavior. Books, sweets, sweaters, jewelry and an assortment of other gifts made their way around the room until only one box remained. Mr. Weasley pulled the rather large package out from under the tree with a puzzled expression.
“That’s odd,” he said, scratching his head. “I don’t remember seeing this here before. There’s no tag.”
The room grew suddenly silent and expressions became wary.
“I saw it,” Remus spoke up. “Tonks and I vetted every one of these packages. No tricks as far as we could tell. I think it is alright, Arthur. Why don’t you do the honors?”
Gingerly, Mr. Weasley eased the ribbon off the box and lifted the lid. Quick as lightning, eight somethings shot out of the box and zoomed around the room to settle, hovering over each female.
“Mistletoe?” Tonks stared up at the sprig over her head, nonplussed. “Erm, I guess I don’t get it.”
“What’s not to get?” laughed George. He bounded up from his seat and, with a wink to Remus, swooped down on Tonks. However, before he could grab her, the sprig dancing over her head set of a shrieking alarm and slapped him smartly on the nose.
“I guess the kiss has to come from a specific person,” George said, rubbing his nose as he retreated.
“I guess.” Tonks grinned at Remus. “Right. Well, carry on then.”
Blushing at the thought of an audience, Remus leaned over and gave her a chaste peck on the cheek. The mistletoe shook ominously in his direction, humming in a threatening sort of way.
“I think you’ll have to do better than that,” Ron laughed. “C’mon. Let’s see a REAL kiss.”
Remus raised his eyebrow at this. He leaned in again and, this time, caught Tonks in a heated clinch that caused her hair to go through three shades of red before it ended. The mistletoe exploded in a shower of red glitter. Everyone cheered wildly.
Leveling a satisfied smirk at Ron, Remus said, “Alright then, let’s see what you’ve got.” He nodded in the direction of the sprig which hovered over Hermione.
Ron was so red, he was nearly purple but Hermione was smiling brightly as he gave her a loving, though much less dramatic, kiss. Her mistletoe gave a tinkling sigh and dissolved in a shower of pink glitter.
Bill wasted no time giving Fleur an enthusiastic kiss. Her mistletoe spun like a top before breaking into a shower of silver glitter.
Harry, blushing nearly as much as Ron had, cupped Ginny’s face in his hands and placed a gentle kiss. Her mistletoe swept upward and back down in a streak of crimson and gold glitter.
Professor McGonagall was looking very uncomfortable under her sprig but Charlie bounded to his feet.
“Well, if you lads are going to dawdle, I’ll beat you to the punch.” He bowed over Professor McGonagall’s hand with courtly grace. To everyone’s amazement, she responded with a decidedly silly giggle and offered him her cheek. His peck caused the mistletoe to dance what looked like a jig before disappearing in puff of white glitter.
Fred and George pulled a neat one-two and caused Erin’s and Katie’s sprigs twirl about one another and shower down rainbow glitter.
The only remaining sprig still hovered over Mrs. Weasley. It began to sway and jingle impatiently. Mr. Weasley drew Mrs. Weasley to her feet and, as if there was no one else in the world, pulled her close. Smiling into her upturned face, he kissed her long and sweetly. With a trill like tiny bells, the mistletoe showered down as gold glitter making Mr. Weasley sneeze. Laughing, Mrs. Weasley brushed the glitter away from his nose and cheeks.
“What a lovely present,” commented Tonks, contentedly. “Whoever could have sent it?”
No one had the least idea.
Outside, Alastor Moody stood watching the house and it’s occupants with a knowing smile.
Author: Miss L. Towe
Genre: serious FLUFF
Pairings: Many - lots of Weasleys and significant others, R/T
Rating: G
Summary: A mystery package appears under the tree.
Word Count: 875
Author's Notes: I know this is really long, but I couldn't help it. I hope it makes up for the last one being so late. *hugs*
“Alastor hasn’t come yet, Arthur,” Mrs. Weasley said as she sat down in her rocker next to the tree. “I think we should wait with presents until he comes.”
“No, dear,” Mr. Weasley replied. “He expressly told me not to hold anything on his account. I gather he had some lead to follow up and you know how he is. But he promised to be here in time for lunch, at the latest.”
There followed a pleasant, noisy bustle as presents were drawn from under the tree and handed round. Famous Weasley sweaters were donned by all, even the usually staid Professor McGonagall who had joined them that morning. Tonks changed her hair to match hers exactly, much to the amusement of them all. Harry, Ginny, Hermione and Ron had gone together to get Remus a particularly fine early edition of Gulliver’s Travels which Hermione had carefully chosen. Harry, Ginny and Ron, however, couldn’t resist adding a pack of assorted Skiving Snackboxes on the side, just for a bit of fun. The twins surprised everyone by bringing lovely wristwatches for all. True, most looked askance, waiting for the punch line, but it never came. They eventually decided it must be the influence of Fred’s new girlfriend, Erin. She had banded together with Katie and the two of them occasionally managed to curb some of the more riotous behavior. Books, sweets, sweaters, jewelry and an assortment of other gifts made their way around the room until only one box remained. Mr. Weasley pulled the rather large package out from under the tree with a puzzled expression.
“That’s odd,” he said, scratching his head. “I don’t remember seeing this here before. There’s no tag.”
The room grew suddenly silent and expressions became wary.
“I saw it,” Remus spoke up. “Tonks and I vetted every one of these packages. No tricks as far as we could tell. I think it is alright, Arthur. Why don’t you do the honors?”
Gingerly, Mr. Weasley eased the ribbon off the box and lifted the lid. Quick as lightning, eight somethings shot out of the box and zoomed around the room to settle, hovering over each female.
“Mistletoe?” Tonks stared up at the sprig over her head, nonplussed. “Erm, I guess I don’t get it.”
“What’s not to get?” laughed George. He bounded up from his seat and, with a wink to Remus, swooped down on Tonks. However, before he could grab her, the sprig dancing over her head set of a shrieking alarm and slapped him smartly on the nose.
“I guess the kiss has to come from a specific person,” George said, rubbing his nose as he retreated.
“I guess.” Tonks grinned at Remus. “Right. Well, carry on then.”
Blushing at the thought of an audience, Remus leaned over and gave her a chaste peck on the cheek. The mistletoe shook ominously in his direction, humming in a threatening sort of way.
“I think you’ll have to do better than that,” Ron laughed. “C’mon. Let’s see a REAL kiss.”
Remus raised his eyebrow at this. He leaned in again and, this time, caught Tonks in a heated clinch that caused her hair to go through three shades of red before it ended. The mistletoe exploded in a shower of red glitter. Everyone cheered wildly.
Leveling a satisfied smirk at Ron, Remus said, “Alright then, let’s see what you’ve got.” He nodded in the direction of the sprig which hovered over Hermione.
Ron was so red, he was nearly purple but Hermione was smiling brightly as he gave her a loving, though much less dramatic, kiss. Her mistletoe gave a tinkling sigh and dissolved in a shower of pink glitter.
Bill wasted no time giving Fleur an enthusiastic kiss. Her mistletoe spun like a top before breaking into a shower of silver glitter.
Harry, blushing nearly as much as Ron had, cupped Ginny’s face in his hands and placed a gentle kiss. Her mistletoe swept upward and back down in a streak of crimson and gold glitter.
Professor McGonagall was looking very uncomfortable under her sprig but Charlie bounded to his feet.
“Well, if you lads are going to dawdle, I’ll beat you to the punch.” He bowed over Professor McGonagall’s hand with courtly grace. To everyone’s amazement, she responded with a decidedly silly giggle and offered him her cheek. His peck caused the mistletoe to dance what looked like a jig before disappearing in puff of white glitter.
Fred and George pulled a neat one-two and caused Erin’s and Katie’s sprigs twirl about one another and shower down rainbow glitter.
The only remaining sprig still hovered over Mrs. Weasley. It began to sway and jingle impatiently. Mr. Weasley drew Mrs. Weasley to her feet and, as if there was no one else in the world, pulled her close. Smiling into her upturned face, he kissed her long and sweetly. With a trill like tiny bells, the mistletoe showered down as gold glitter making Mr. Weasley sneeze. Laughing, Mrs. Weasley brushed the glitter away from his nose and cheeks.
“What a lovely present,” commented Tonks, contentedly. “Whoever could have sent it?”
No one had the least idea.
Outside, Alastor Moody stood watching the house and it’s occupants with a knowing smile.