Give me the Weasleys at The Burrow as well! There is something deeply comforting about a place where love is loud, food is abundant, and everyone belongs, whether they're blood or not. I'd happily peel potatoes beside Molly, laugh myself hoarse at Fred and George's antics, and let Arthur get delightfully distracted by something entirely mundane.
But if I could steal a quieter moment, I'd wander off into the snow with Luna or Neville. Luna would notice beauty that others would overlook, and I am willing to bet she'd have some whimsical and profound conspiracy theories to make things quite memorable. Neville would bring that gentle, grounding warmth and offer genuine companionship without expectation. |