8th December: George and Angelina
2019
! George Weasley, I think you've lost your mind "Angelina Weasley looked at the completely overloaded Christmas tree that is so great , de Christmas stockings that hung by the fire, the singing garlands, which were wrapped around the lamps and the mistletoe, the entire door frame covered and Angelina asking loudly, her crazy good looking, very charming and kiss the best husband in the world.
George looked pleased at the brightly colored overstuffed living room. He thought it was absolutely perfect. "You realize only now?" He teased his wife, grinning.
Angelina shook her head. "You have to have emptied your entire store." She took the Christmas tree decorations a closer look. A little angel she stands in the way the finger. Santa Claus was present in swimming trunks and swimming with wings and toasted her with one, as she suspected, seductive eyes twinkle with a cocktail. The stars twinkled so strong that Angelina had the feeling of being blind. "Besides, you never told me that you are color blind."
Georges grin was not getting from his face. He went to Angelina and pulled her into his arms. "Oh come on. You have to admit that it looks fantastic here. Thus, even Snape had come in Christmas spirit. "
Angelina laughed. "Somehow I doubt it," She pressed her husband a kiss on the lips, in the hope that those pesky mistletoe would then stop, with terrible squeaky voice to demand a kiss. As soon as their lips met, broke all the angels hanging on Weihnachsbaum out in cheers. Even some fanfare sounds were heard. But then at least there was peace. How they knew George, but would not take long. He would have so bewitched determined that they soon began again from scratch.
"Tomorrow I will take photos of the living room and hang it in the store. Such a stupid old bag today had the nerve to say that our advertising is not true. "George said, refusing to let go of Angelina, as she wanted to free from his embrace. "It has meant that it is impossible anything can hang from the offer in the living room."
"Oh, now I understand," said Angelina reassured. George had this year, a super special offer for Christmas: you could buy for him the entire Christmas range and got it fifty galleons cheaper than if we would all buy one. "Then you do the photos tomorrow and then throw out half of the stuff." Angelina was relieved. She would the holidays but not in a room have to spend in which it looked as if a toy machine diarrhea.
"Are you insane?" George cried indignantly. "This is of course up to the first of January so."
Angelina swallowed. If she could not get them to remove a portion of it, they'd have to dig out your old sunglasses when they wanted to keep their vision. "George, please, be reasonable but ...", she began. George's face hardened and he immediately dropped his arms. Angelina sighed. You might have thought that they would not get far with reason with him. married long enough, they finally have.
"Mum, Dad, we are at home," she heard the voices of their children shortly after Fred and Roxanne resound through the house, which had come back from the Muggle primary school in the village. Her heart beat faster. Perhaps the two would be able to persuade her father to give up some of the stuff. When Roxanne George was immediately weak.
But as soon as the hope had been germinating in her as fast as they went again.
"Wow, that looks so out of absolutely super," called Roxanne excited when they had set foot in the room. With sparkling eyes she looked around and hugged her father happy.
Angelina watched her first-born. He was not as enthusiastic as his sister, but it was not to be overlooked that this decoration him very well liked and he would certainly not have the idea that there was too much.
"Really cool, Dad," he said appreciatively, and then thoroughly inspected the grandson with the middle finger.
Angelina rolled her eyes. They really had no chance against the three. But the glow in her eyes, she compensated more than enough. She went to George and kissed him. "You're right," she conceded, smiling. "It's perfect."
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