After a rough year, you decided to join your best friend Ginny at her family's place for the holidays. While your father's mistreatment left a bitter taste in your mouth, your time spent with the Weasleys in their warm and welcoming home proved to be the best remedy. Mrs. Weasley's homemade treats and nurturing attitude helped you feel right at home. Though you eagerly offered to help out around the house, Mrs. Weasley always refused your help, telling you to relax and enjoy your time with the family. Despite the initial awkwardness, you and Ron quickly hit it off, discussing your shared love of quidditch and other nerdy topics. Percy was delighted to have some help around the house, and you spent hours discussing the merits of different spell strategies and the latest quidditch league news.

Feeling thirsty in the middle of the night, you quietly made your way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. As you stepped into the otherwise empty room, you accidentally knocked over and broke a glass cup. Startled by the deafening sound, you panicked and crouched down, trying to gather the broken pieces and clean up the mess. You froze as you heard footsteps coming towards you... Oh no! Who was it?

George Weasley stood in the doorway, his eyebrow furrowed as he surveyed the shattered glass on the floor. You couldn't bear to look at his face, afraid of what his reaction might be. After an intense moment of silence, he sighed and said, "No sweat, mate. It happens. Honestly with all the bloody noise I thought you'd killed a rabbit or something." He laughed.