Home for the holidays -- December 1995

I laughed, how could anyone forget that Molly had eyes on the back of her head. I shook my head at George as he bickered with Ron. This is very much how it went here, looking over to Des. " You'll eventually catch on to being heard you have to speak loud." I told her almost feeling like I was yelling to compete with the chatter in the house. I wouldn't trade it for anything though to be completely honest. Hearing the talking rather than the almost fighting with Dean and actually fighting with Dean about everything. He always took it upon himself to make sure guys I dated made sure they knew where they stood. I gave him a fair enough warning that if he tries anything to George I would make him regret it. I was not kidding either. Just a matter of time if he actually stayed away to not say anything stupid to him. Which I doubted, I mean I had to give my brother the benefit of the doubt but sometimes it was just to hard.

I took a hair tie off my wrist as I pulled my hair into a loose braid as I draped it over my shoulder. Just to get it out of my way. With so many people in the house it was sure to get warm enough really fast.

I gave Mum a look and shook my head slightly.  I sighed.  "And why is it that I'm the only one who got a smack upside the head?  Why not ickle, little Ronnie-kins?" I asked, smirking at my younger brother.  He was right in Mum's line of sight so I knew he could not do much of anything, risk getting in trouble.

I ignored the comment made by Ron, as much as I knew it may not happen he didn't need to bring everyone's spirits down. I squeezed his hand as I smiled, " Who wants a drink?" I suggested seeing a lot of empty's around the room.

I stood up and started to count who needed drinks. "Here, let me help you, Tonks," I said happily.  I knew that there was too many drinks to remember considering how many of us were there.  When we were by the drinks I looked at her.  "Bill really does seem excited to be coming home -- possibly," I said to her.  "How long has it been since you two have been together?" Charlie did not really talk of their relationship that much except to tell me that he invited her for Bill today.

I shook my head at everyone.  "Well, as much as we all don't want to admit it, Ronnie-kins is right," I added, but shut up quickly when I got the look from my mother.

I rolled my eyes.  "Why are we calling me Ronnie-kins?  Please, let's stop that, too," I pointed out, though I was glad that Bill was trying to get everyone to see logically here, too.

"Would you prefer Won-Won?" I asked, raising my eyebrows, keeping an utterly straight face.  Oh yes, I did know about his little nicknames.  It was so hard to stay serious right now.

I bit my lip to keep from laughing because Charlie was clearly trying to be jokingly serious.  I ended up reaching for my glass and taking a drink.  I did not want to be the one to give it away.

I stopped chewing on the mince pie that Mum had dished out and looked over at Charlie.  His face was completely serious.  "What?  No... no... Ronnie-kins is okay," I said quickly.  I never wanted to hear Won-Won again.  how did Charlie know?  I glanced around and saw how everyone else who was still in Hogwarts were avoiding my gaze.  Those little rats!

Smiling innocently as I clutched my hands to George's and I avoided Ron's gaze. I made eye contact with George as I couldn't contain my giggles. I had to keep my eyes off of Ron to avoid laughing.

"Now, really, this is quite enough," I said, coming to the aid of my youngest son.  He did not deserve to be teased constantly.  I did enjoy the fact that we were all together and laughing, though.  I just wish it did not come at the price of teasing Ron, though.

"Yeah, but Mum... Won-Won just loves the attention," I teased, smirking.  When I saw Mum turn around I nearly did not have time to duck for the spoonful of mashed potato that was flung towards me.  Oh, now he started a war.  And there was nothing Mum could do to stop it for the bit of mashed potato hit our eldest brother.  I looked over at Bill and we grinned evilly.  "Won-Won... how dare you," I said.

I rolled my eyes at the boys, " Oh brother..." I said preparing to arm myself if necessary and I was sure it was to be at that time. Ron started a war and with the looks Charlie and Bill were sharing it was only a matter of time until the house was covered and I wasn't sure I wanted to suck out because I knew of Molly's temper and I am feeling lazy so I didn't want to be stuck cleaning the house without magic.

"Ronald Weasley!  Did I just see you throw some food?" I asked, glowering at my youngest son.  Then I rounded on my two eldest boys.  "And don't you think that I don't see you boys coming up wiht a scheme over there.  You think I don't see things... you all better behave.  Or else," I warned.  Unfortunately, I had to go into the kitchen to grab some of the desserts.  I could only imagine what the room would turn into in the few moments I was gone.

CHarlie caught my eye and I smirked.  Mum did not say a word to me or Fred -- shame on her part.  Before I was able to throw some food, though, I got hit in the face by some peas.  Turning, I saw my nephew giggling at me.  "Hey little man!  Don't be hitting me!  Go at your Daddy!" I said, thinking that turning my nephew on my brother would be entertaining to say the least.