2008
The small girl looked at the clock hanging above the entrance of her room. She couldn’t read it but decided it was time to get up anyways. She hastily jumped out of her bed, tiptoeing out of her room, making sure to open and close her door as quietly as possible.
She pitter-pattered across the hallway to her brother’s room and snuck into it. The boy was still sound asleep, and she rolled her eyes and sighed.
Walking over to his bed she gave up on walking as quietly as she did before.
“Hugo, wake up,” she whispered.
The boy didn't move, his soft snores still louder than his sister's voice.
“Hugo, wake up!” the girl said a little louder.
But still, the boy didn't move. She decided she'd had enough and started shaking him lightly, “wake up Hugo!”
The boy startled and sucked in a breath and flailed wildly hitting Rose in the face.
“OUCH!”
The small boy's lower lip started trembling and tears filled his eyes immediately.
“No, no, don’t cry! It’s okay,” the girl says calmly, smiling at him which immediately calms him down, “It is Christmas, Hugs and we gotta wake Mummy and Daddy so we can get our presents,” she tried to explain.
Hugo let out a small laugh, “prewents?”
“Yes, presents,” Rose smiled back, “come on.”
She opened the gate (that her parents installed so she could cuddle with Hugo whenever she wanted) and took her brother’s hand gently pulling him out of his crib. Hugo had just started to walk and refused to be picked up by anyone ever since, so Rose waited for him to stand up. When he did she walked back to the door and opened it silently, waiting for Hugo to wobble out the door. When he did, she took his hand and they slowly walked to their parent's bedroom. Once they arrived in front of it, Rose kneeled and looked straight at her brother.
“Okay, Hugo we have to be quiet so we don’t scare them okay.”
The boy laughed loudly.
“No, sssssssh,” she placed her right pointer finger on his lips, but Hugo just grabbed her finger and laughed even louder.
“Pwewents,” he practically shouted.
“If you aren't gonna be quiet we won’t be getting presents,” the girl retorted louder than she had meant to.
The boy laughed again and Rose placed one of her hands above his mouth. Hugo licked her hand, causing her to pull her hand away and wipe it on her jumper. The boy laughed even louder.
“You need to be quiet!” Rose almost shouted, “they will hear us!”
“We already know you are out there,” the muffled voice of her father sounded through the door.
“Shit!”
“Rose, language!” Her mother followed.
“Come in, you guys.”
Rose opened the door and Hugo ran straight into the room. She was surprised he didn’t fall.
“Mummyyyyy!” Hugo shouted as Hermione picked him up and sat him on the bed.
“Good morning, sweetheart! How is my favourite boy doing?” Hermione asked, hugging him tight.
Rose walked around the bed and joined her father on the other side, “I am sorry we woke you up,” she mumbles, “he wouldn’t stop laughing.”
“It’s okay, Rosie. We’ve been awake for a while.” Ron ruffled through her hair and kissed the top of her head.
“Rosie, pwewents,” Hugo babbles, pointing at his sister.
“You think you got presents?” Ron asked, tickling his son's feet.
“PWEWENTS,” he shrieked, still laughing.
“We’ll go look soon, okay Hugo?” Hermione asked the toddler and Hugo nodded in response, crawling over to sit in between his parents before falling over and landing on his father’s pillow, still laughing.
“I don’t know why he’s so happy,” Rose stated, rolling her eyes, “he almost cried when I woke him up.”
“When you woke him up?” Ron raised an eyebrow at his daughter.
“I meant, uhm… when I… uhm,” she stuttered, “when he woke me up, of course.”
“You’re telling me a one-year-old toddler climbed out of his crib, to open his door, walk all the way over to your room, open your door as well and then woke you up?”
“Yes, maybe it was accidental magic or something,” the girl said, shrugging.
“Of course, accidental magic,” Ron nodded and caught sight of Hermione, who was trying hard not to laugh.
“PWEWENTS!” Hugo shrieked once again making everyone laugh this time.
“Alright kiddos, let’s go then,” Ron exclaimed, jumping out of bed and throwing Rose over his shoulder and Hugo over his other.
Both kids laughed as Hermione watched her family walk out of the room, following closely behind them.