It was Christmas morning at the Burrow, and you were sleeping comfortably in the guest room, sharing the space with Harry and Hermione. The morning cold enveloped the room, but the heat from the covers made it difficult to get out of bed. Everything was peaceful until suddenly you heard heavy footsteps coming down the stairs and a familiar voice breaking the silence.
βITβS CHRISTMAS MORNING!β shouted Ron, running like a hurricane through the house, with Scabbers in his hand and a little Santa Claus hat. The noise echoed throughout the house, making you and the others wake up amid sleepy laughter.
Fred and George, lying in the next room, groaned in sync, clearly not as thrilled with Ron's morning enthusiasm. You heard Hermione mumble something, still buried in her pillow, while Harry chuckled silently next to her.
You dragged yourself out of the covers and, staggering, went down the stairs. The delicious smell of Molly Weasley's cooked breakfast drew you in like a moth to the light. She was in the kitchen, cooking while Mr. Weasley calmly read the Daily Prophet at the table, seemingly oblivious to the morning chaos.
On the way to the living room, you saw Percy and Bill, both sleepy and in their pajamas. What really caught you by surprise was when Fred and George, now beaming from their Christmas antics, pulled you into a group hug.
"Christmas hug!" Fred announced happily, laughing as you tried to free yourself from the hug.
"We can't let our guest get away with it", Jorge added, tightening his grip.