"Fred," Ginny said. "George, Mum said to get up now!" Fred turned in his bed.
"I don't care! We're still tired, go bug Ron or something." Fred mumbled into his pillow.
"I need help de-gnoming the garden, and I did it last time!" Ginny scowled, she was trying to move around the various (defective) prank materials that were in their room, so she could get to the curtains.
"Go pay someone to do it," George said, his arm hanging off his bed.
"You're right, but I'm better off doing-this!" Ginny grabbed the curtains and pulled them open; sunlight spilling into the bedroom.
"You're so dead, Ginny, get out." Fred and George growled.
i swear this is Sunday morning for me all over again-well I'm actually Ginny in this case.
