Things Left with the Weasleys

"Oh, dear, should we get a blanket over you first? The snow was really coming down, so you must have had a hard journey. Would you like some hot cocoa?" Mrs. Weasley was as warm and welcoming as ever.

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley." Ginny pulled Muya over to the sofa. Hermione had already placed her coat and hat on the rack, and the moment she sat down, Mrs. Weasley's blanket and hot cocoa appeared before her.

Muya accepted them and thanked her again. Fred and George came into the room, one rubbing his head and the other his arm.

On Christmas Day, nearly every member of every Western family returned home to celebrate together. It had originally been a day to commemorate the birth of Jesus.

Mr. Weasley smiled and showed Muya a Muggle television, though it seemed he had acquired an old black-and-white set.

What was more, it was playing a silent pantomime.

Muya took out her diary. "Sorry, Mr. Weasley, but I actually came here for something important."

The moment Mr. Weasley saw the words and the symbol on the paper, his expression turned serious.

The lights seemed to dim a little. When Muya turned her head, she met Harry and the others' faces. Somehow, everyone had gathered around.

"Oh, what's that?"

"George, Fred, stop squeezing me!"

Mr. Weasley spoke then. "So you're that person's descendant. No wonder..."

"That thing really is in my house. I'll go find it and give it to you right now."

Mr. Weasley rose and left.

"Ahem. All of you, go back to where you were." Bill, as the eldest brother, spoke up.

Though they were curious, they all respected other people's privacy.

The wind chimes by the window rang in the breeze, producing a lively, pleasant sound. Muya found herself drawn to