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Food Fight!
It was lunchtime, and the kitchen in the Burrow was a code-red disaster zone.
What was supposed to have been lunch was on the floor, and plates and napkins were chaotically scattered around the room. Most of the chairs were flipped upside-down on the ground, lining the long edge of the table. The legs were pointed outward, as if they were pikes. The remaining few chairs were piled onto the table. Perched precariously at the very top of the unstable tower was little eight-year-old Ginny Weasley.
"I'm Queen of the Castle!" she taunted. "Off with their heads!"
Where she got that phrase, no one really knew. All anyone was sure of was that one moment, it was silent and still; then in the next heartbeat, everything descended into madness.
George darted forward and grabbed an armful of tomatoes off the counter. He mercilessly tossed them at Ron, hitting him once— twice— three times in the chest.
"Ouch! Stop that!" Ron shouted, taking a large tomato squarely in the face. His ears and neck flushed red in anger. "I will get my revenge!" He grabbed a loaf of bread from where it had fallen onto the ground during the original chaos and relentlessly started hitting George with it.
Meanwhile, Charlie had taken a sniping position on top of the counter. He nimbly dodged food missiles sent in his direction by Bill, while returning fire with grapes and baby carrots. Red grapes burst open on the eldest brother's shirt. Suddenly, Charlie switched targets.
"Hey, George!" he shouted.
The younger twin turned, only to have a baby carrot hit him in the middle of his forehead. Dramatically, he collapsed onto the ground.
"George!" Ginny shrieked.
"Go … on … without me!" he gasped. He reached out a shaky hand, before falling still.
Ginny leapt off the unsteady chair tower ("Ginny! Merlin, let me help you!" Bill shouted.) and rushed to George's side. Shaking his shoulder, she began pleading for him to get up—
—only to take a head of lettuce to the chest.
Gracefully, she fell to her side next to George. Bill glared at the lettuce thrower, Fred, who had the decency to look horrified; he took out his wand. The three remaining siblings, who were still standing on the opposite end of the room, looked visibly concerned.
"Nobody," Bill said, "hurts my baby sister."
("Hey! What am I? Chopped liver?" was George's muffled protest.)
Bill's voice was quiet, but firm and deliberate. Ron audibly gulped. He raised his wand — not at his brothers, but at the food on the ground.
"Oppugno!"
Every piece of food that had been thrown during the fight levitated briefly before chasing Bill's three siblings out of the room. Shrieking, the Weasley brothers ran into the lounge.
"The grapes!" Ron screamed. "The grapes!"
The little round fruit had been animated by the spell and was trying to nibble on his toes. The other brothers could not come to his aid. Fred was dealing with multiple loaves of bread smacking him, and Charlie had baby carrots chasing him around the couch.
"What is going on here? Where is your father?"
Every Weasley froze. The animated food fell motionless on the ground. George and Ginny scrambled to their feet. All eyes turned to an irate Mrs. Weasley, who had just stepped out of the Floo.
Oh, they were in so much trouble!
A/N: Thank you for betaing, Tart (TartCat207)!
Prompt (Singing a Song Along — The Golden Snitch): (spell) Oppugno
Word count (not including title and author's note): 563