Post by Livinia Lange on Jun 16, 2009 22:00:45 GMT -5
Mamma Mia!
By Miranda
Lying in a pile of wrapping paper that littered the Burrow’s old wooden floors in the living room was none other than Lucy Weasley. A pout was set on her pretty face and she had put out a dismal vibe warding the rest of her large family to stay away. Her arms were crossed over her chest and she was glaring at the prancing silver reindeer that raced across deep blue paper.
The reason that she was so dismal on this Christmas Eve was that her Christmas Eve had been spoiled by her brand new cousin-in-law and the secret Santa tradition of the Weasley household. Her dear cousin, Livinia, had drawn her name and claimed that her present hadn’t arrived yet. So, Lucy Weasley had to watch as everyone else ripped open their presents with delight and mirth while her only present besides her sweater from Grandma Weasley was non-existent.
Her blue eyes swiveled to her left to glare that cruel Slytherin now. The evil woman was seated on her Cousin Fred’s lap with their heads close together looking like they were discussing something. Occasionally, Liv would smile and laugh about something which only fed Lucy’s dismal attitude more and she once caught her dear cousin sneaking an excited glance towards her. It looked like she was taking enjoyment in this act of cruelness. Damn if that woman didn't have a baby in the other room...
Who does that? Lucy thought rolling her eyes and glancing to her right. Over next to the window were her sister, who had tried early to cheer Lucy up but had failed, and her also new brother-in-law Drew Longhorn. They were also looking at her with concerned and slightly fearful looks, concerned coming from Molly and fearful coming from Drew. They received an “I’m fine” look from her before she turned away.
Facing Forward, sprawled across the couch she noticed Luca, who had been forcefully dragged by herself to this Christmas extravaganza and who was now wearing his very own Weasley sweater, was snoring ever so lightly after being fed three platefuls of Christmas Eve dinner. Lucy had a pang of sympathy for him before looking back at the ceiling. It was hard on a non-family member to come in on Weasley Christmas. You had to have an iron stomach.
Lucy could tell by the petite steps shuffling their way through the wrapping paper were none other than her mother, Audrey Weasley. The thin, woman with wiry brown hair and thick glasses that hid her natural beauty plopped down beside her daughter, giving her a small smile as she stroked her hair. “You know, Lu, you’re going to be getting plenty of presents tomorrow at home.”
Lucy glanced back to where Fred and the Christmas Spoiler had been seated to find them gone. Of course she wouldn’t be there when Lucy wanted to glare at her most. It just wasn’t the same not being able to open a Christmas present on Christmas Eve. It wasn’t fair. What on earth had she done to deserve this? Lucy didn’t answer her mother with these complaints that would’ve been loudly voiced if a certain someone was still in the room. She knew Audrey could see right through her anyway.
“Lucy, it’s Christmas, cheer up,” Audrey said, stroking the fan of red hair splayed out before her. “Isn’t it enough that you’re here, with all your family, safe and sound?”
“No.”
“Alright, pout then. But, I still think you should give Livinia a chance. It is the Christmas rush and you know how things get backed up when they’re being shipped,” Audrey’s motherly tone wasn’t enough to convince the notorious Weasley Wild Child that this wasn’t a conspiracy against her. Lucy watched her mother stand, defeated for now and head back into the kitchen at her father’s call.
Lucy looked around again. Her sight found so many couples surrounding her. Even hard-headed Cousin James had someone. Another Slytherin that Lucy wasn’t particularly happy to welcome into the family, bearing the name Kamilla Lestrange. All this coupling made her sick. Especially since she hadn’t seen or heard from one Jonathan MacNair in months, which brought another scowl to Lucy’s face. Who did he think he was, disappearing into thin air like that without a word? Not a single syllable. Stupid MacNair.
Maybe if she just closed her eyes she would wake up and find this all a very bad dream. A nightmare is what she should call it, for that was the proper term. She was soon immersed in drowning out the loud, collective noise that was the Weasley/Potter clan all talking over one another while music was playing in the background with the repetitive clanging of the dishes being done in the sink. She was successful for the most part, drawing to a place within herself where she could wallow in self pity.
Everything is quiet. No one is here. I’m all alone. This is a horrid nightmare and I will be waking up any moment now.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
One icy colored eye slid open. Who dares interrupt her trance? She glanced to where Molly had been. Of course, she was gone. Poor Drew being left behind pondering over the present Aunt Angelina had gotten him. He hadn’t seemed to have heard the knocking that was still going on.
“Lucy! Will you get the door, love?!”
She wasn’t sure which Aunt had given this order, but nevertheless she pulled her stiff limbs up off the floor and waded over to the door. Behind her the whole house had gone silent and she was positive twenty-seven sets of eyes were peering at her from every angle available. This didn’t surprise her though. Who in their right mind would show up here on Christmas Eve?
Lucy slowly reached out for the door knob, sending a silent vibe of hope that it was the delivery man with an awesome present for her. With a deep intake of air she finally ended the suspense, swinging open the door to reveal none other than….
“Jon….”
“Hey, Luce,” the taller boy, huddling in on himself and looking completely frozen solid managed to shiver out. “Sorry I’m late. Mothers. You know how it is.”
To stunned to even speak at the moment, Lucy allowed a pair of tiny, cold hands to clasp her on the shoulders and listened to the excited voice of her cousin-in-law fill her ear with a “Merry Christmas, Luce. Sorry it was late getting here.”
Okay, maybe she isn’t so bad after all.
By Miranda
Lying in a pile of wrapping paper that littered the Burrow’s old wooden floors in the living room was none other than Lucy Weasley. A pout was set on her pretty face and she had put out a dismal vibe warding the rest of her large family to stay away. Her arms were crossed over her chest and she was glaring at the prancing silver reindeer that raced across deep blue paper.
The reason that she was so dismal on this Christmas Eve was that her Christmas Eve had been spoiled by her brand new cousin-in-law and the secret Santa tradition of the Weasley household. Her dear cousin, Livinia, had drawn her name and claimed that her present hadn’t arrived yet. So, Lucy Weasley had to watch as everyone else ripped open their presents with delight and mirth while her only present besides her sweater from Grandma Weasley was non-existent.
Her blue eyes swiveled to her left to glare that cruel Slytherin now. The evil woman was seated on her Cousin Fred’s lap with their heads close together looking like they were discussing something. Occasionally, Liv would smile and laugh about something which only fed Lucy’s dismal attitude more and she once caught her dear cousin sneaking an excited glance towards her. It looked like she was taking enjoyment in this act of cruelness. Damn if that woman didn't have a baby in the other room...
Who does that? Lucy thought rolling her eyes and glancing to her right. Over next to the window were her sister, who had tried early to cheer Lucy up but had failed, and her also new brother-in-law Drew Longhorn. They were also looking at her with concerned and slightly fearful looks, concerned coming from Molly and fearful coming from Drew. They received an “I’m fine” look from her before she turned away.
Facing Forward, sprawled across the couch she noticed Luca, who had been forcefully dragged by herself to this Christmas extravaganza and who was now wearing his very own Weasley sweater, was snoring ever so lightly after being fed three platefuls of Christmas Eve dinner. Lucy had a pang of sympathy for him before looking back at the ceiling. It was hard on a non-family member to come in on Weasley Christmas. You had to have an iron stomach.
Lucy could tell by the petite steps shuffling their way through the wrapping paper were none other than her mother, Audrey Weasley. The thin, woman with wiry brown hair and thick glasses that hid her natural beauty plopped down beside her daughter, giving her a small smile as she stroked her hair. “You know, Lu, you’re going to be getting plenty of presents tomorrow at home.”
Lucy glanced back to where Fred and the Christmas Spoiler had been seated to find them gone. Of course she wouldn’t be there when Lucy wanted to glare at her most. It just wasn’t the same not being able to open a Christmas present on Christmas Eve. It wasn’t fair. What on earth had she done to deserve this? Lucy didn’t answer her mother with these complaints that would’ve been loudly voiced if a certain someone was still in the room. She knew Audrey could see right through her anyway.
“Lucy, it’s Christmas, cheer up,” Audrey said, stroking the fan of red hair splayed out before her. “Isn’t it enough that you’re here, with all your family, safe and sound?”
“No.”
“Alright, pout then. But, I still think you should give Livinia a chance. It is the Christmas rush and you know how things get backed up when they’re being shipped,” Audrey’s motherly tone wasn’t enough to convince the notorious Weasley Wild Child that this wasn’t a conspiracy against her. Lucy watched her mother stand, defeated for now and head back into the kitchen at her father’s call.
Lucy looked around again. Her sight found so many couples surrounding her. Even hard-headed Cousin James had someone. Another Slytherin that Lucy wasn’t particularly happy to welcome into the family, bearing the name Kamilla Lestrange. All this coupling made her sick. Especially since she hadn’t seen or heard from one Jonathan MacNair in months, which brought another scowl to Lucy’s face. Who did he think he was, disappearing into thin air like that without a word? Not a single syllable. Stupid MacNair.
Maybe if she just closed her eyes she would wake up and find this all a very bad dream. A nightmare is what she should call it, for that was the proper term. She was soon immersed in drowning out the loud, collective noise that was the Weasley/Potter clan all talking over one another while music was playing in the background with the repetitive clanging of the dishes being done in the sink. She was successful for the most part, drawing to a place within herself where she could wallow in self pity.
Everything is quiet. No one is here. I’m all alone. This is a horrid nightmare and I will be waking up any moment now.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
One icy colored eye slid open. Who dares interrupt her trance? She glanced to where Molly had been. Of course, she was gone. Poor Drew being left behind pondering over the present Aunt Angelina had gotten him. He hadn’t seemed to have heard the knocking that was still going on.
“Lucy! Will you get the door, love?!”
She wasn’t sure which Aunt had given this order, but nevertheless she pulled her stiff limbs up off the floor and waded over to the door. Behind her the whole house had gone silent and she was positive twenty-seven sets of eyes were peering at her from every angle available. This didn’t surprise her though. Who in their right mind would show up here on Christmas Eve?
Lucy slowly reached out for the door knob, sending a silent vibe of hope that it was the delivery man with an awesome present for her. With a deep intake of air she finally ended the suspense, swinging open the door to reveal none other than….
“Jon….”
“Hey, Luce,” the taller boy, huddling in on himself and looking completely frozen solid managed to shiver out. “Sorry I’m late. Mothers. You know how it is.”
To stunned to even speak at the moment, Lucy allowed a pair of tiny, cold hands to clasp her on the shoulders and listened to the excited voice of her cousin-in-law fill her ear with a “Merry Christmas, Luce. Sorry it was late getting here.”
Okay, maybe she isn’t so bad after all.