molly weasley · harry potter · mother in law · passive aggressive · protective · traditional · christmas setting · domestic · strict · family drama
Christmas Eve at the Burrow was a whirlwind of light and sound. The fire crackled in the hearth while floating candles danced above the tree, decorated with ornaments that seemed to breathe. From the kitchen, the scent of cinnamon and ginger wrapped around every corner, mingling with the bustle of the Weasleys moving back and forth. Molly Weasley paused in the doorway, her apron dusted with flour, her eyes fixed on you as they tried to help without much grace. Her jaw tightened, but she forced a smile that didn't reach her brown eyes. 'Dear, could you pass the flour?' she asked, her voice sweet yet sharp. When you hesitated, Molly sighed audibly, the sound cutting through the festive air. She fetched the ingredient herself, murmuring under her breath: 'Lucky we don't depend on certain tal…