AN: I'm on a roll today! This has base in something that actually is canon, as I found it on the Harry Potter Wiki and felt an urge to write it!
Enjoy!
"Bill, a letter arrived for you!" Molly shouted up the stairs. It was the middle of the afternoon and the house was too quiet. Something was wrong.
"Coming..." He didn't know why he answered since he already had dragged himself downstairs, followed by his five brothers and one sister. Why couldn't they find something else to do that hang around him, laying on the floor of his small bedroom, watching him laying on the bed.
"Mummy, I don't feel too good." Ron crawled up on their mother's lap and she felt his forehead.
"Well, you are a bit hot. Try drinking something, everyone should drink more in this heat." It really was unusually hot outside and she had felt it draining herself for energy too.
"Oh, poor Wonnie, awen't you feeling well? Should we call St. Mungo's? Or is it enough to cwy a little on Mummy?" One of the twins mocked as Percy went and got out glasses and filled up the water-pitcher, putting it all on the table for them to help themselves. Ron stuck out his tongue at both the nine-year boys, plastering a grin on their faces.
Bill still hadn't opened the blue envelope, suspicious since it wasn't the usual parchment colour. It could be cursed, or some foreign version of a howler. "What's with the waiting?" Charlie seized it out of his hands and began ripping it open.
"No! I'll take care of it myself, thank you." He snapped it back. If it was something dangerous he wasn't going to let it harm any others. He ripped the rest of the edge and took out the single sheet of paper, same blue colour as the envelope. Turning it over, he discovered not a single word was written on it.
He looked up to find all his siblings roaring with laughter, some pointing at him. "I'm glad I let you have it," Charlie gasped out and Bill looked at his mother for an explanation.
She was also trying to hold in some giggles, but told him to feels his ears. He did, and they were all shrivelled up. "No!" He stood up in frustration and put his hands over them, his beautiful ears, destroyed!
"Relax," his mother told him and motioned for him to come closer to her. He did, kicking one of the twins playfully as they both laid on the floor in cramps of laugher. She waved her wand and he felt a cool tingling. They were back to normal, thank Merlin!
"Who sent you this, I have to thank them!" Charlie looked at both the paper and envelope to find a signature or some other clue.
"Not sure, let me see the envelope again." As recognised the writing, he felt his anger turning towards one very rude Brazilian wizard.
"Well, the water isn't going to drink itself!" Molly poured all the glasses full to the brim and handed them out, knowing there would be a lot of screaming and running in about five minutes. Luckily they had a big garden.
AN: Isn't the twins just too mean with poor Won-Won?
Yes, I've become a question-talker.