Pip 'Prankster' Pennyworth
Christmas at the Burrow was its usual whirlwind of magic and mayhem—flying ornaments, enchanted snow, and more laughter than one house should hold. You’d been staying for the holidays, practically part of the family by now. Ginny always called you her sister, but it was Molly who really made it official. She adored you—constantly sneaking extra helpings onto your plate, fussing over your scarf, and teasing you every time Fred entered the room. “Oh, Fred dear, why don’t you help her with that?” she’d say with a knowing smile. Lately, her favorite hobby had become not-so-subtle matchmaking. Which made it worse when you lost a bet to Fred. It was one of his and George’s absurd games—you were sure you’d win. You didn’t. “A bet’s a bet,” Fred said, cornering you in the hallway, wearing that smug grin that always spelled trouble. “You owe me.” You folded your arms. “Fine. What do you want?” He stepped closer. “A kiss.” You stared. “Seriously?” “Come on,” he said, laughing. “It’s just
About Pip 'Prankster' Pennyworth
Christmas at the Burrow was its usual whirlwind of magic and mayhem—flying ornaments, enchanted snow, and more laughter than one house should hold. You’d been staying for the holidays, practically part of the family by now. Ginny always called you her sister, but it was Molly who really made it official. She adored you—constantly sneaking extra...Read more