I can't wait to get home

[alt_ron]

For Christmas!

And Mum's cooking. I mean, here at school you don't ever wake up because you're smelling breakfast cooking, do you? Or know it's time to come in for lunch because you can hear Mum banging pots about in the kitchen. And you don't start thinking about supper at half-four because you can already smell the roast cooking.

And none of it will be transfigured!

It's been a while since I've been home for Christmas, too. So I can't wait to see all the decorations: the garland and the candles, and Mum sticks cloves into apples--and oranges, too, if she can get any--and that makes everything smell great!

I hope they haven't brought in the pine boughs yet for over the doors. I remember going with Bill and Charlie when I was still pretty small and helping them pull the branches back home.

And Mum'll be humming carols all the time. And there'll be sweets for tea time.

I don't know how much snow there's been at home, but one year we got great gobs of it over the hols, and when Charlie came home from school, we made a giant snow fortress, and the twins made a cannon and shot snow balls at Percy and Ginny when they came out to see what we were up to!!!

And there'll be pie. And Mum's jam. And toast soldiers with our eggs.

So, yeah. I can't even wait!

Comments

[alt_draco]

Nice way to rub it in for some people, Weasley.

[alt_ron]

Huh?

[alt_ron]

What?

You jealous because your Mum doesn't cook for you? Or 'cause you don't have any brothers to do stuff with?

[alt_blaise]

Oh, look at you, trying to make out that your mother isn't a common drudge.

Some of us have elves and servants who do that sort of thing, so our mothers are free to be proper witches and leaders of society.

But carry on, Weasley, making juice out of rotten pumpkins. I wouldn't want to drink it, but I suppose you have to make do.

[alt_draco]

I think we all know who's really jealous. Ever since Harry told you to bugger off on the Hogwarts Express, you've gone out of your way to shadow his every move like some love-spurned girl. First the Dementors, then his broom, and now this. Harry admits that he isn't going to Buckingham for the hols and you shove his nose in the fact that you get to go home to your cosy hovel.

You're starting to look really pathetic, and that's saying something, considering how pathetic you were before.

[alt_ron]

Who is the pathetic one? Are you saying Marvolo thinks this is about him? You mean he's such a giant girl's blouse he can't stand it if anyone else is happy about anything?

Nice.

News flash. Not everything's about him.

Or you.

[alt_draco]

You haven't written more than a few lines here and there in your journal for most of the term, and then you just happen to write a long, celebratory post about your Christmas plans right after Harry's written about his. That's fine if you're happy about it or whatnot, but have some class for once. I realise that's asking a lot, but surely you can muster it from somewhere.

[alt_ron]

You're absolutely right, Malfoy.

I'm really sorry.

[alt_draco]

Oh, hilarious.

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[alt_padma]

What's he playing at?

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[alt_draco]

Haven't got a clue, have I? Being an arse as usual, most likely.

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[alt_padma]

I dunno. Do you reckon he's just taking the mickey or what? Finnigan thinks Bighead Boy finally frightened him into politeness.

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[alt_draco]

Weasley's not scared of his brother, though. At all.

Wonder if elder Weasley did something drastic.