harry potter/marauders ⚡️

It's my 8th year spending Christmas at the Burrow. You get used to the magic, but Christmas at the Burrow - that's when you truly feel it. The smell of freshly baked apple pies and cinnamon in the air. Crackling of the fireplace. Ron bickering with Fred and George. Mollys hearty laugh. Gathering around the Christmas tree with a cup of hot cocoa to open presents. Molly made me a new maroon sweater with a big yellow letter K on it. "Maybe you'll stop stealing mine now." Fred said through a laugh.