“He’s still in bed.” It was my statement, not a fact, and said in a very dangerous and dark voice. Voldemort had nothing on me.
I sprinted up to his room, smashing open the door. It smacked into the wall as I hurtled towards Hugo’s bed and hovered over him, and whispered “You have exactly three seconds to get up, or you will pay dearly”.
Of course the idiot just turned over in his sleep. My Voldemort Voice is never appreciated enough.

We got some weird looks, but the Finnigans were smirking a lot more obviously at each other. They obviously thought that we had no idea our brooms weren’t in their rightful place in the broomshed.
 
 
 

Oh dear… I knew that expression all too well, having one myself. And I was not ready to make mischief right now, not so soon after being let off the hook!

I glared at him, hoping to convey my point, but he just rolled his eyes and motioned upstairs. I ignored him and hugged Uncle Ron before walking after them into the living room, beckoning behind my back and hoping that Hugo obeyed.

He didn't, of course.
 

“Catch me if you can!” I shouted behind me, causing Hugo to curse and stampede after me. We ended up doing several circuits of the entire Burrow, getting in the way of absolutely everybody, before eventually flopping exhaustedly onto the sofa.
 

“It was not a bad plan!” Al protested once he and James had done the play-fighting bit and then could relax. “None of you lot were talking to us when we were trying to plan, since you were trying to steal those freaking quills from Fred for ages!”

“You just don’t have the pranking experience we do,” James said with an eye-roll.

"We could... er... ask your wand? I mean, that Point Me spell is just talking to your wand!" I paused to consider this. Hugo was right, of course; it was the one spell we knew, as Dad had taught it to us so we didn't feel like duffers with sticks they couldn't use. "Do you have it on you?"