Christmas Drabbles: December 25th
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! I had a couple bumps in the road for this drabble project, but here it is, Christmas Day and it's finished!! Thank you to everyone who has been reading!!!
Title: Christmas 2018
Rating: PG
Starring: Weasley Family
When: Post Deathly Hallows
Word Count: 255
Summary/Notes: Molly watching her family interact on Christmas Day
Series Link: Masterpost
Molly stood at the edge of the room, taking in all the sights and sounds.
Her offspring were packed into the sitting room like sardines in a can, but nobody seemed to mind.
Her boys-Arthur, Bill, Charlie, Percy, George, Ron and Harry-were all standing at one side of the room, talking about whatever it is men talk about. On the other side of the room, her girls-Ginny, Fleur, Audrey, Angelina and Hermione-were swapping stories about their husbands; she had been with them for awhile, but had gone to check on dinner.
Towards the center of the room, her grandchildren had split into two groups as well. Both groups centered around newlyweds Teddy and Victoire; her boys-Louis, Fred, James, Albus and Hugo-to Teddy’s left and the her girls-Dominique, Molly, Lucy, Roxanne, Rose and Lily-to Victoire’s right.
She couldn’t help but notice the greenish tint to her eldest granddaughter’s face. Six pregnancies of her own (and twelve pregnancies of her daughter and daughter-in-laws) told her that come next Christmas there would be a new addition to their family.
A chill suddenly ran down her spin, but it was soon replaced with the feeling that there was someone standing behind her.
She didn’t bother to look over her shoulder; she knew there was no one visible behind her. It was her Freddie, she knew.
Every Christmas for the last twenty years, he made his presence known to her in the slightest manner that helped ease the sadness of his absence.
Title: Christmas 2018
Rating: PG
Starring: Weasley Family
When: Post Deathly Hallows
Word Count: 255
Summary/Notes: Molly watching her family interact on Christmas Day
Series Link: Masterpost
Molly stood at the edge of the room, taking in all the sights and sounds.
Her offspring were packed into the sitting room like sardines in a can, but nobody seemed to mind.
Her boys-Arthur, Bill, Charlie, Percy, George, Ron and Harry-were all standing at one side of the room, talking about whatever it is men talk about. On the other side of the room, her girls-Ginny, Fleur, Audrey, Angelina and Hermione-were swapping stories about their husbands; she had been with them for awhile, but had gone to check on dinner.
Towards the center of the room, her grandchildren had split into two groups as well. Both groups centered around newlyweds Teddy and Victoire; her boys-Louis, Fred, James, Albus and Hugo-to Teddy’s left and the her girls-Dominique, Molly, Lucy, Roxanne, Rose and Lily-to Victoire’s right.
She couldn’t help but notice the greenish tint to her eldest granddaughter’s face. Six pregnancies of her own (and twelve pregnancies of her daughter and daughter-in-laws) told her that come next Christmas there would be a new addition to their family.
A chill suddenly ran down her spin, but it was soon replaced with the feeling that there was someone standing behind her.
She didn’t bother to look over her shoulder; she knew there was no one visible behind her. It was her Freddie, she knew.
Every Christmas for the last twenty years, he made his presence known to her in the slightest manner that helped ease the sadness of his absence.