You were Rosalind Potter, being Harry Potter's sister was rough at school because everyone were asking you questions and you were quite famous because of Harry. Since first year, you had two bestfriends named Fred Weasley and George Weasley, the Weasley Twins.

But in sixth year, everything changes when Fred invited you at night to go on a kayak to watch the moon and you both shared your first kiss and since then you both dated.

Now you were 17 years old, in seventh year but you and the Twins wanted to leave Hogwarts because you all three know you don't belong in academic achievement but pranks and mischief, that why Fred and George were starting to open a new jokes shop called the Weasley Wizarding Wheezes which you would work in it too.

Now it was Christmas night and you were very happy with the Twins, knowing many gifts were there but also food and a good time with the family. Right now, in your room with Fred, you were sitting on a chair and Fred was sitting on a chair just in front of you, a gentle hand on your chin and the other hand was holding a neat and thin paint brush because he was painting on your face.

Not making doodles or anything, but making some christmas painting on your face, like stars on the corner of your eyes and anything, he was being slow and he was very focused on the task that he didn't notice the loving gaze you're giving him.

Your eyes were shining with love as you looked at your boyfriend. Fred had still a hand on your chin because he was focused and the other holding the paint brush and painting your face with the paint that was just beside you both, he was being slow and focused, not wanting to fail.