One moment Rory had been lying tangled on the floor with Teddy, and then suddenly there was a whole pile of people. "Ouch, oof," he muttered, at the sudden weight. The collection of people may have been small, but he wasn't that big himself, and it definitely added up. "Oh, Hi, James," he said, although he couldn't really twist around to see the small boy properly, so just saying hello was going to have to do until he was not being squashed by a collection of other children. People were telling James to get off them, and Rory gave a half smile at Sirius' 'my boy.' He might have been squashed under a collection of people, but he didn't mind. He had a family.
As Teddy changed colour, Rory laughed. "We'll throw you a nice funeral," he said with a grin, and then he rolled out. "Actually no, if you're leaving me on my own, you don't get a funeral." He wriggled out from the rest of the pile, getting to his feet. Oh there was a lot of people now. Oh. He glanced around at all the people. He recognised Harry, and that was about it. "Uh, hi everyone," he said, feeling suddenly nervous, and edged a little closer to his dad. What if they didn't like him?
Post by RON WEASLEY on Jan 2, 2017 14:59:58 GMT -6
Ron Weasley was a firm believer that chocolate fixed everything. After all, it had fixed Harry after all those dementor attacks and since Lupin said so it had to be true. And it was Christmas, so he thought it would be okay to give Rosie and Hugo some chocolates for breakfast. Hermione had not been pleased, to say the least. "Hermione, it's Christmas!" said Ron in a whiny voice.
When Hermione allowed the children to open a present each, Ron knew that they would be opening a new set of books. Sometimes he just wanted to shake his wife. He hoped he would be both surprised and excited about the present he got her. They needed a little bit of adventure in their life. Blinking, Ron forced himself to focus. He was making them late to Harry and Ginny's party. But it held true that there was no proper party until Ron had arrived.
Ron obediently followed his wife into his best mate and sister's home. It was still pretty weird that Ginny had married Harry. Well, better him than Dean or something. Not that he had anything against Dean. But Harry was just cooler. Though it was rubbish having to share his best mate with his baby sister. At least they were happy. "Ginny, that dress is so low cut. Maybe you should put on a jumper," were the first words out of Ron's mouth. He may have been older but he was no wiser. Harry hugged both him and Hermione, and Rose and Hugo had run off to Merlin knew where. He really had to keep better tabs on his children. Maybe he could invent some sort of tracking device and implant them in their freckles. With Fred and George's help of course.
"Oi, better listen to daddy he's using his adult voice," said Ron to the Potter boys, snickering. "Alright, Harry?" asked Ron with a grin. It was nice to see him again, even though he had seen Harry like two days ago.
ily, the youngest of the Potter clan, loved Christmas. Well, okay, she was only two and this was her third Christmas ever and she didn't really remember anything about her first two Christmases, but given the way that Mommy and Daddy and Jamesie and Albie all talked about it, Lily just knew that she loved the holiday.
As always, Lily tended to stick by her Mommy. Boys were icky and always getting in trouble over silly things. Still, as family members started arriving, Lily wished she were just a little older. All of her cousins seemed to be her brothers' age, which left Lily with Mommy or Daddy most of the time. Lily loved getting her parents' undivided attention, of course, but she wished she had more playmates. Maybe she should have asked Santa for a little cousin for Christmas instead of candy?
When Mommy asked Lily a question with big words in it, Lil just shook her head know, smiling as she did so. After Mommy turned and left to do Mommy-sorts of things, Lily tottered her way over to where Rose was, but kept her eyes on the boys, who were starting to pile up and roughhouse. Lily wanted to go over there and join them, but she'd get crushed under that pile of limbs. Instead, she just plopped herself on the ground and started playing with the fibers of the living room rug.
ominique's branch of the Weasley clan had arrived late for Christmas festivities. Demi was glad to see her cousins, although it seemed as if they were always running into each other. Rather than going to say hello to the boys first, though, Demi went around to all of her aunts and uncles to give each of them a hug and show off how much she had grown in the last month - okay it was just a centimeter, but it was progress!
Demi loved Christmas because she got to see almost everyone she loved under one roof, doing silly things and laughing late into the night. The blonde didn't especially care about getting presents as much as she liked giving other people presents and seeing their reactions. It gave her an inner warmth that made her smile.
Dominique always liked to visit Auntie Ginny and Unca Harry's house, especially. It was so cozy, despite its size. And there was always more of a mess here than at Shell Cottage, where things were a little smaller and more organized. At home, everything had its place, while here, everything seemed to belong everywhere. Was this what happened when there were more boys in the house? If so, Demi definitely wanted another little brother or two.
Wasn’t Christmas wonderful? He’d spent the morning doing exciting things like opening presents, and eating nice food, and now they were off to the Potters. Wheee. It would be nice to see them, or at least the ones he hadn’t seen in an age. And the others too. He liked his almost kind of cousins. They counted as cousins, right?
Lorc grabbed onto him, and they ran off towards the door. Unlike apparantly his brother, Lysander noticed the collection of boys on the floor, and skidded to a halt right before they collided. Or well, he tried to. But Lorcan was holding onto him, so he joined the pile. “You might want to watch where we’re going,” he teased his twin, trying to untangle himself. Half watching Teddy from where he was, he laughed. Wouldn’t it be cool to be able to do that? It would.
Teddy rolled off the pile, taking the two Potter boys with him, and someone else wriggled out from the pile. Lysander squinted, he didn’t know this boy? Where had he come from? “Right, well that was fun, time to go home,” he said with a laugh, pulling himself to his feet, and holding out a hand to his twin
Jumping onto Teddy, and the other boy at the floor was a good decision. It was fun! Why wouldn’t he? He loved Teddy. He was the oldest, and clearly knew everything, so James looked up to him lots. Wait what. Who was Rory. “How do you get a new cousin?” he asked, frowning. “He isn’t a baby?” Because that’s what happened. He got new cousins when people had new babies. And then they grew! Unless this boy had grown very quickly? He frowned more. “Hi!” he said back to Rory. New people were fun.
And then there were people telling him off. Oh. Well. He was just having fun. He wasn’t hurting anyone? James tilted his head to look at his dad and say that, but then Teddy was turning different colours, so the young boy just stared at him and giggled.
Teddy pulled him out the pile, and then grabbed Al. When had Al joined it? Oh and the Salamanders! And Uncle Sirius and Uncle Remus! There was a lot of people now. And this new Rory person. He bounced excitedly, giggling. Except now he didn’t know who he should give his attention to.
With all the boys rolling on the floor Rose felt a little lost at first. Why were there so many boys in their family. Luckily she did have a few female cousins though. She had little Lily now sitting near her looking af the boy pile and she had Victoire and Dominique as girls. She heard the story about the new cousin and eyed him curiously. "Hi." She said, without a doubt lost in the boy central chaos that was unfolding.
She decided to sit by Lily and pop the last piece of chocolate daddy gave her for breakfast in her mouth secretly. With all eyes on the boys nobody was going to notice her eating her carefully saved treasure. It was hers by all means too! After that she savoured the taste and looked at the manpile, wondering if she should just jump in. She could play their games too! Just like in quidditch where there were rules about genders either. Just like this.
They were late once again! But that was okay. He was the only remaining Weasley twin and so it was kind of expected. Besides that it took quite awhile to get the kids ready to go... let alone explain to their little Freddie as to why he couldn't run around the house with a pair of underwear over his head. When they were finally ready however he took their little girl into one arm, a backpack upon his back containing all the kids' presents and his wife's hand in the other before apparating the lot of them over to the Potter's home.
"Sorry we're late. Did we miss anything yet?"
There was a little sparkle in George's eyes that hadn't been there in awhile simply at the prospect of someone having pulled a prank already.
She moved in the living area, taking stock of those around her. There were the children, of course - crashing through the door, strewn across the floor. Every variety of them burst in - Lupins, Weasleys, adopted ones alike. They were all family here. They always would be. None of this children would ever have to face the loneliness Ginny knew Harry had in his life. None of them would never be alone.
Nobody had really replied to her question if they needed a refreshment, and Ginny just shrugged. She was hardly the star hostess, so less work for her was far better in her eyes anyways. Soon, though, her brother burst into the room, and she rolled her eyes at the first thing out his mouth. "Please. It's fairly modest and you know it. Stop being so dramatic, Ron." She teased, collecting the taller man up in a hug before releasing him.
As he joined Hermione and Harry, Ginny turned her attention back to the room. She spotted her Lily in the corner, playing idly with a rug. Moving over, she knelt beside her youngest child and smiled at her, touching the top of her head gently. "You want a snack, Lil?" She asked in a soft voice, knowing it'd been quite some time since the little red-head ate anything.
The door opened again and yet another of the Weasley brothers entered the room. For just a second, Ginny saw Fred - she always did, at first. But then, reality flashed into her brain. This was George. George was alive. Right. Plastering a smile over the shaken thoughts, Ginny moved to hug her brother. "Didn't miss much. Just crazy children. How are you doing, George?" She said, shrugging. Nothing out of the ordinary, really.
Post by ROLF FIDO SCAMANDER on Jan 12, 2017 16:30:48 GMT -6
There was nothing better but to be able to spend your Christmas with the ones you love. For Rolf, that also meant tending his Augurey Raymond and his Bowtruckles Billy and Sherinford. They weren't happy about the cold so Rolf had bought them inside only to realize that they ended up causing more havoc than anticipated. It was of course left to Rolf to clean up the mess that Raymond and his sons had made. Oh well. Christmas also meant meeting up with family and the extended family. Rolf figured this also meant visiting the Potter and Weasley clan. Did that mean everyone was going to be there? I mean let's face it, the Weasley's were plenty and considering how many kids there already was running around, the whole house must be a circus by now.
The twins were excited and so was Rolf. He had never been too part of the famous trio but he had heard about them. Now, he got to hang out with them. How amazing was that?! After a while of Luna telling him he wasn't allowed to bring Raymond with him ( 'But Luuna, he'll get lonely – ow you son a bitch, you bit me again!'), they were off to the Potters. Arrival there was easy but not getting inside the house. Rolf had to blink couple of times when the pile of kids grew. " Whoa, not so fast." He heard Lysander say and steered the boy from his shoulders to face the host and hostess. " First, we're going to greet these nice people and say thank you for inviting us." There had been an invitation right? Rolf had to glance to Luna for more support.
Post by HARRY JAMES POTTER on Jan 12, 2017 17:30:27 GMT -6
It wasn't but a blink and the house was starting to fill up with more people. Harry was basically beaming and slightly worried of Ginny's mental health when the pile of boys grew. Harry had even used his dad voice and it seemed to work when little by little, boys kept untangling themselves. Harry cast a small smile at Rory who crept closer to Sirius and with a good reason. Going from not having anyone to suddenly being part of a big family like theirs must be overwhelming. In a way, Harry saw himself in Rory; someone who had lost his whole family in a tragic accident. Someone who was new to the magical world. Harry was just so glad Rory didn't have to go through alone anymore and that he had Sirius, Remus and the rest of the big clan.
" As if you don't use your dad voice." Harry scoffed to Ron but still grinned at him. It was good to see him and Hermione. They were all happy. It was still slightly strange to see his own children running around ( and setting things on fire, yes you Albus Severus and James Sirius ) but it was also comforting to know that they were his family. Sirius was there. Remus was there and now, Ron and Hermione. " You have a new cousin, James and I want you to be nice to him." Then again, James was always nice to everyone but Harry had a suspicion that Sirius was being a complete mother hen at the moment and needed some reassurance that little Rory would be okay. He turned back to Ginny only to notice her gone but the drink she had offered sounded great right about now. " Gin, can I have that drink?" Harry asked into the living room. He still refused to leave the pile of boys, knowing that something might happen.
Christmas with the Weasleys was fabulous, like diving into a winter flurry-storm filled with baking and bustling laughter. It was sensory overload, too. And having grown up a single child, she had long harbored a secret envy for the Weasley's warm family, that twinging feeling of a face pressed to cold glass to absorb the radiating warmth of a holiday display. But now she didn't have to choose. She was a Weasley, better: Weasley-Johnson. And though there were times she had felt inadequate, that she could never bring enough to their relationship, to the Weasleys, to George to fill the gaping hole or to contribute to the family, she and George had now long settled into a deep rhythm, comfort and resonant love. It wasn't a matter of "being enough", or any longer "filling a gap". They had created their own world that spun its own orbit. The Johnson-Weasleys. The Snickers. Freddie and Roxie.
That morning when she had woke, she had wanted to burrow back under the heavy quilts. There was that restive, infectious warmth she couldn't shake. Quidditch die-hard, early morning workouts. She was awake before the snickers, and she could examine the form lying across from her - just a blurred patch between fuzzed lashes, a minute tide of breath stirring the form, only the curve of a shoulder above the handmade quilt, but it was enough. Old habits, live long. She had been an only child, but now she had as many brothers- and sisters- in law to fill her with anticipation for the afternoon's celebrations so that a not-bustling Christmas didn't hold the appeal it once had.
Hours later, after child-wrangling, present wrapping (because neither of them could be bothered to do such ahead of time, for which they were content to let the children explore the marvels of christmas day television parades), and dealing with more than a few suspicious extra "presents" left lying about the house to everyone's surprise, including a joint one from the three of them to George, they had made it to the gathering, albeit later than they had intended, and likely with a tinge of flour somewhere still on her clothes that she couldn't be bothered to change. There was likely more to come, as the baking didn't necessarily stop with the arrival of the clan.
To her surprise, there was no mistletoe over the door when she entered, hand in hand with George, who was holding their youngest. She was accustomed to charmed mistletoe over the years and had her wits about her to keep an eye out for it. The shenanigans that last year's mistletoe expected of its victims in order to escape from it - appropriate for all ages - had grown increasingly preposterous and not even she knew what George behind his smile this year.
Freddie bounced in ahead of them, all curls and grins behind his new glasses, to find his cousins. "Remember house rules, Freddie" she admonished before he disappeared into the fray. Angie released George so she could greet family. They had visited the Johnsons in Worcersthire the day before, and now this family was her too. She turned as the door opened again behind them.
"Rolf, how ya, mate?" Freddie had a fascination with creatures that had brought them into contact on several occasions with the Scamanders. "Luna,, she said fondly, reaching out to squeeze her shoulder and looking about for the youngest Scamanders. Freddie was probably finding them in army of children.
Oh, apparently they were done being in a pile on the floor. That was fine. There were too many shoes in places they didn't belong. Rolling onto his back, Lorcan grinned up at his twin, taking the hand that had been offered to him. If he just stuck with Lysander made everything would be fine, because wow there were so many people.
Getting to his feet, he shuffled to where his parents were standing, moving to a bit behind them. He knew most of the people, but he was still shy with most of the adults. He'd just stick to the kids and his parents. That would be fine, right? At least he'd get to play with lots of other people once everyone stopped standing in the hallway.
Wriggling around because there was a foot in his side, Albus's face lit up when he saw Teddy in the pile and then Teddy changed colors! That was so cool and Al kind of wished he could do that too. Maybe there was a magic he could learn to do it later. Teddy was obviously the best and he changed colors whenever he wanted.
Except then Teddy was gone and so was James! Al blinked as the boys suddenly disappeared from the floor before squealing in shock as Teddy pulled him out too. "TEDDY!" he said excitedly as he clung to the older boy. He could vaguely register their parents all talking but none of that was important. There was Teddy and James and oh who was that.
Wiggling out of Teddy's grip, Al stumbled a bit because he had the coordination of a baby deer and scrambled up to the new boy. "Hi, I'm Al!" he said probably too loudly in his excitement. "Who are you?"
There was an awful lot going on. Usually that would be okay. Usually Rory didn't mind this sort of chaos, but he felt so much out of his depth. All these people knew each other, and they were family, and friends, and and and and. And he didn't know them. So he edged a little closer to his dad again.
Suddenly there was one of the small boys in front of him. "Oh, hi!" he said, and despite his nerves, he couldn't help but respond with excitement. It was kind of exciting. And this kid seemed very friendly so that was nice! "I'm Rory. I came with Sirius." Should he say something else? He wasn't sure what else to say. "Are you liking your Christmas?"