The Weasley House
By 𝕝𝕪𝕟𝕘𝕓𝕒𝕜𝕣𝟠𝟚
When you see this phrase, I know there’s one place that comes to your mind. The ranks of shoes by the door. The elephants on the shelf in the library. The dishes always multiply. There’s a beautiful little garden outside, with maybe a few gnomes, who knows? You can hear Mom’s crazy laughter all the way upstairs. And there’s never only one basket of laundry. To be honest, this house is a little crazy, with people in it to match. But it’s a good crazy, a beautiful crazy.
A “everyone says happy birthday your own way” crazy.
A “cozy hugs even when you don’t need them” crazy.
A “standing outside in the rain” crazy.
A “car rides when the air conditioning is broke but it’s okay” crazy.
A kind of crazy that makes you want to try thumb wars while wearing oven mitts or watch just one more episode even though you have homework you know you need to do. A kind of crazy when you don’t feel nervous about talking at their dinner table half as much as you used to. A kind of crazy when you’re “skating” down the hall wearing socks and you try a twirl when you reach the end, and instead of looking at you funny, they just laugh and say, “We’re wearing off on you. You fit right in.”
And I smile back at them, because if there’s any place I want to fit in, it’s this one.
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