"Roooon!" Fred yelled. "Give me back my broomstick!"
Mrs. Weasley had insisted that Fred lend his little brother his toy broomstick, and Fred wasn't happy about it. He enviously eyed Ron zooming around two feet off the ground on his toy broomstick, as he was stuck on the ground playing with a toy wand that only changed the colour of objects. Admittedly, he did enjoy turning his mother's clothes bright colours when she was preoccupied, but compared to his broom, changing colours was boring.
Fred loved his toy broom, as even though it wouldn't rise higher than a few feet he loved the feel of the air rushing past him and the sensation of being off the ground. He dreamed of one day being a Quidditch player, and had already started practicing hitting objects (mainly his siblings) with a heavy bat, with the intention of becoming a beater with George. Fred spent as much time as he could "training," so to be made to give up his favourite toy to his younger brother, even for ten minutes, was difficult for him.
As Fred waved the toy wand causing a gnome to turn orange, there was a shriek and a crash. Fred spun around in time to see his younger brother faceplanted at the foot of an apple tree, Fred's broomstick lying in two pieces next to him. Ron got up and, noticing the murderous look on Fred's face, started clutching the teddy bear that had been propped up against the trunk.
Fred only felt rage. How dare Ron borrow his favourite toy and then break it? He couldn't concentrate on anything except his indignation and outright anger, and he started imagining the teddy his brother was gripping slowly growing an extra six legs, sprouting dark hair all over, until it finally turned into a very large spider.
Only, was he imagining it? He noticed the look of horror on Ron's face and the utter revulsion in his brother's expression told a different story. Fred had indeed turned Ron's teddy into a giant spider.
Ron flung the loaf-of-bread sized arachnid away with all the strength he could muster, as Fred started laughing. If Ron was going to break his precious toy, he certainly couldn't expect to get away with it. Fred didn't even care that their mother was running towards them as fast as she could, his younger brother's terror at his teddy becoming a monster was worth it.
