Rose Weasley

It started out as a regular Saturday morning. I got up, got dressed, and went downstairs to have breakfast. But, there was something unusual about today. My mother wasn't making breakfast. It was making itself. The eggs were frying by themselves, and the бекон, бэкон was sizzling by itself too. My mother usually never used magic to do her work for her, so I found that odd. I also was wondering where my parents actually were, so I checked the living room. They weren't there, so I checked the wash room. Not there either. I never wanted to resort to this, but I decided to check there anyway. Their bedroom....

Its Рождество Eve here at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and I am not happy. A stupid plant took me hostage! I am standing here, in some deserted hallway - alright, maybe its not deserted per say, but it sure as bloody hell looks like it from where I’m standing; and have been standing for the past час - in a part of the school, I don’t even know where! Stupid Mistletoe. Yes, I, Rose Weasley, have had the misfortune of getting stuck under one of Hogwarts’ famous Mistletoe bunches.

Now I’m guessing your wondering ‘Why are they famous?’, and I’ll tell you. Every year...