"You want to what!?", Ron asked in a high-pitched voice.
"We want to marry", Harry repeated patiently.
"But - what!?" Rons face had turned worryingly pale; he looked like he would have a stroke any moment now.
"Oh, really, Ronald", an indignant Mrs. Weasley said, "you behave like this is the end of the world!"
"But - but Mum!"
At the kitchen table one of the twins, who, until now, had both stayed silent, finally opened his mouth. "That's a joke, right?" The pleading undertone was unmistakeable.
Fred and George, since they had joined the Weasley-plus-Harry-minus-Mr.-Weasley-and-Ginny-emergency-meeting in the kitchen at the Burrow, had sat at the table with at first livid, and later more and more unbelieving expressions.
"No Fred", Mrs. Weasley replied, "we are completely serious with this."
"Wha-... but - what's with Dad!? And Ginny!? You can't seriously-"
Rons facial colour turned from deathly pale to a purple that would have rivaled Vernon Dursley on a bad day.
"They will understand", Harry said mollifyingly, "after all-"
He got interrupted, when Ron, who seemingly couldn't take it anymore, tackled him to the ground with a roar.