Who: Charlie and Alicia When: December 1 Where: Charlie and Oliver's flat Rating: Low (possibly language?) Summary: It's Al's Annual Hug a Ginger Day. That makes up for 364 days of mocking them, right?
Alicia had a little tradition. It started after a particularly brutal mockfest with George that left them both pissed and aggravated. Alicia refused to apologize because she was Alicia and they had been jokes. Only she had stopped laughing and so had he. Inventing a holiday seemed easier than saying sorry so the next day she marched up to him, called him a prat and gave him a hug because his people were so persecuted. She told him it was a muggle thing and kept it up every year so he wouldn't know any differently. He probably knew better but at he never called her on it. She really wanted to give him a hug.
Fuck, she wanted to give Fred a hug. It was brilliant seeing him write but frustrating at the same time. She might not be able to give her boys the hug they deserved but there was one ginger she could hug to keep the tradition alive. Come to think of it, he counted as one of her boys now too. She grabbed a few bottles of Jameson on the way, remembering her promise to show him proper liquor. Some things muggles did better.
She cast a disillusionment charm on herself for protection. It wasn't as strong as she would have liked but considering this wand it would have to do. She got to outside the flat, wondering if Oliver would be in as well. She had picked up crisps for him either way. One day she would sabotage him into getting fat. One day. "Come on boys, open up."