There are many words to describe a normal dinner at the Weasley house. Chaotic, disturbing, headache inducing, loud. My brother Hugo seemed to have a contest to see how much he can gross us out (seriously, you'd think someone would tell him that "see food" is not at all attractive, and that there are other ways to show your approval than belching!) , and hardly a day goes by without at least one family argument.





But none of those dinners would compare to the one about to take place.