fanfiction | harry potter : A Weasley Christmas Wakeup Call
title: A Weasley Christmas Wakeup Call
genre: family fluff
character(s): rose ;; weasley family
word count: 505
rating: g
notes: I actually wrote this a couple of years ago, I think... But it's just been sitting in my folders for a long while, and I finally dug it out and decided to post it, even though it's now past Christmas, but just a little festive cheer?
It was Christmas Day, a day of festivity, a day of giving and receiving. For Rose Weasley, and the rest of the Weasley clan, it meant a day of being in constant company of the other members of the family and being annoyed to the brink of insanity. But that was what you got for being born into this possibly deranged family.
"Rosie!"
Yes, they were definitely out of their mind to even consider waking her up at this god-forsaken hour of twelve, let alone carry out the plan. Said sixteen-year-old redhead ignored the call for her to wake up and rolled over onto her front, gently pushing her bed-mate out of the single bed. It wasn't her fault the house didn't have enough rooms nor beds to accommodate the hundreds - not literally - of redheads and brunettes and blondes and black-haired cousins, uncles, aunts, grandmothers, grandfathers and friends. Who had decided to invite friends over when they were already tight for space? Oh, right, Albus Severus Potter. The only (ex-)Slytherin of the whole entire Weasley and Potter clan just had to go and invite his Malfoy of a best-friend to the annual Christmas get-together, knowing fully well they were going to have to end up sharing beds.
"Rosieeeee!!" another voice joined in the calls, though this time, the determinedly sleeping redhead had an inkling that it wasn't to wake her up specifically.
"Rosie!"
She heard the loud shout before she felt the end of the bed sinking down. It was undoubtedly her brother. Or it might be James or Fred. Or Albus. Or any of her cousins really. It might even be Scorpius, but he really didn't seem to be the sort of person to jump on someone's bed to wake them up. But then again, he was her cousin's best friend and not hers.
"Rosie!" This was distinctively her father's voice, she could tell even in the deep depths of her sleep, which she desperately trying to regain, despite her family's attempts to rouse her. She buried her head underneath the pillow, grumbling at them to leave her alone.
There was blessed quiet for a couple of minutes. She even felt the weight lift from by her feet. However, she still didn't feel at ease with the quiet, because there just never was silence when in the company of Weasleys, and so she became slightly wary after what she guessed to be five minutes and slowly made her way out from underneath the pillow.
She didn't get very far.
The second her face emerged, what appeared to be every current resident of The Burrow, bar the very pregnant Victoire Lupin and the very old Grandma and Grandpa Weasley, leapt on top of her.
"Oof," she groaned, her face turning as red as her hair. "Gerrof me!"
"Merry Christmas!" they laughed as they complied to her wishes and slowly clambered off the pile.
Yes, Christmas was definitely a day of family, both loving them and hating them. And Merlin, it was only midday.
genre: family fluff
character(s): rose ;; weasley family
word count: 505
rating: g
notes: I actually wrote this a couple of years ago, I think... But it's just been sitting in my folders for a long while, and I finally dug it out and decided to post it, even though it's now past Christmas, but just a little festive cheer?
It was Christmas Day, a day of festivity, a day of giving and receiving. For Rose Weasley, and the rest of the Weasley clan, it meant a day of being in constant company of the other members of the family and being annoyed to the brink of insanity. But that was what you got for being born into this possibly deranged family.
"Rosie!"
Yes, they were definitely out of their mind to even consider waking her up at this god-forsaken hour of twelve, let alone carry out the plan. Said sixteen-year-old redhead ignored the call for her to wake up and rolled over onto her front, gently pushing her bed-mate out of the single bed. It wasn't her fault the house didn't have enough rooms nor beds to accommodate the hundreds - not literally - of redheads and brunettes and blondes and black-haired cousins, uncles, aunts, grandmothers, grandfathers and friends. Who had decided to invite friends over when they were already tight for space? Oh, right, Albus Severus Potter. The only (ex-)Slytherin of the whole entire Weasley and Potter clan just had to go and invite his Malfoy of a best-friend to the annual Christmas get-together, knowing fully well they were going to have to end up sharing beds.
"Rosieeeee!!" another voice joined in the calls, though this time, the determinedly sleeping redhead had an inkling that it wasn't to wake her up specifically.
"Rosie!"
She heard the loud shout before she felt the end of the bed sinking down. It was undoubtedly her brother. Or it might be James or Fred. Or Albus. Or any of her cousins really. It might even be Scorpius, but he really didn't seem to be the sort of person to jump on someone's bed to wake them up. But then again, he was her cousin's best friend and not hers.
"Rosie!" This was distinctively her father's voice, she could tell even in the deep depths of her sleep, which she desperately trying to regain, despite her family's attempts to rouse her. She buried her head underneath the pillow, grumbling at them to leave her alone.
There was blessed quiet for a couple of minutes. She even felt the weight lift from by her feet. However, she still didn't feel at ease with the quiet, because there just never was silence when in the company of Weasleys, and so she became slightly wary after what she guessed to be five minutes and slowly made her way out from underneath the pillow.
She didn't get very far.
The second her face emerged, what appeared to be every current resident of The Burrow, bar the very pregnant Victoire Lupin and the very old Grandma and Grandpa Weasley, leapt on top of her.
"Oof," she groaned, her face turning as red as her hair. "Gerrof me!"
"Merry Christmas!" they laughed as they complied to her wishes and slowly clambered off the pile.
Yes, Christmas was definitely a day of family, both loving them and hating them. And Merlin, it was only midday.