location: the burrow status: open (to weasley’s and other characters who would be there over Christmas)
Christmas was always a busy state of affairs in the Weasley household- it held its fair share of arguments, and fights, yet also was filled with love. Their childhood home, as always decked out with numerous handmade ornaments and streamers, the fire roaring away, and the smells of his mother cooking filling the house with warmth and nostalgia all craved at this time in the year.
Bill had mostly sat with his father, with the exception of sharing kisses and brief cuddles with his wife and child- presents strewn all over the place, and Victoire, ever so precocious and a true believer in Christmas made his heart twinge. They all were lucky, to still have each other. And it seemed the family was growing more and more every year. George was there, attended by Angelina- but he wouldn’t comment on it, he liked that his younger brother had someone looking out for him. Even if both of them seemed to be more tense than others. Harry of course, who he looked upon as another younger brother and Hermione, he wondered if the youngest brother would ever so something about it, who knows, hell even Percy was there with someone new. All he wanted was his siblings happy, he hoped after these trials they finally would find peace.
Bill had excused himself mid-way the family gathering, the overall chaos of the house meaning he could slip out undetected and he stood in the garden, overlooking the snow-covered greenery and fields surrounding them.
Sometimes quiet moments of reflection where needed meant sneaking out to light one of the black and gold-tipped cigarettes he carried. A plume of colored smoke mixed with the cold mist as he thought about the years past. And what was yet to come. Unaware of the presence which had also sneaked out behind him.
