Who: Roxanne and George Weasley What: It’s fathers day! Where: George’s house. When: Early afternoon, maybe?
Roxanne had been working for days on her present for her father. It wasn’t a whole lot, but she’d decided against buying him anything, after looking through the shops to try and find him something. Instead, She settled in with some paper, gold tissue, markers and confetti to attempt to make something. It had taken her a little while to get all the proportions right, but she was fairly pleased with the outcome. She’d even managed to get the charm right, and now every once in a while the trophy erupted in a geyser of multicolored confetti.
Holding the homemade present behind her back, she ran the three doors down to her fathers house. She quickly knocked on the door before letting herself in. She moved into the house, looking for her father, and grinning widely when she spotted him.
“Daddy!” She shouted “DADDY! It’s Father’s Day! Happy Father’s day!” She was being loud and obnoxious, and laughing as if it were the funniest thing in the world. She held out to him the trophy, and as if on cue glitter shot up and rained upon them.