Over My Dead Body

He straightened his shirt a little as he headed down the stairs, a fact which didn't go unnoticed by the occupants downstairs in the house.

"Where are you off to at this hour?" Molly Weasley asked her second eldest son.

"Just out to the pub, probably the Leaky first and then maybe a few other places." Charlie replied casually.

"Yeah, like 'For your wand only'." Fred sniggered, before Molly whacked him on the head at the mention of the well known strip club.

"Well you're not going out like that, come here; I'll cut your hair for you." She said firmly.

"Over my dead body!" he grinned, making a dash for the fireplace. Unfortunately his mother was faster than him and well practiced from years of her children's antics. She froze him on the spot.

"Charles Septimus Weasley!" she shouted. "How dare you talk to me like that?!" Without missing a beat she levitated a stool to use so that she could reach to trim his hair.