A/N: I actually wrote this in a lecture about practical briefing on titrations…so if I am unable to do the practical next week. Well, I'll have no regrets! Enjoy :)
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It was the summer after her sixth and they were at the burrow, as usual. The house was in mourning. Great aunt Muriel had finally passed on. She was a horrid woman, finding faults in everyone and always being critical of those who didn't fit her idea of perfection, but even so, the family missed her constant exclamations of despair and voice of dissatisfaction. The truth was that although she had been possibly the least liked member of the family, everyone had grown to love her anyway. Roxanne sighed and climbed out of bed to get a glass of water...and maybe a cheeky little snack too. Hey, George Weasley was her father after all! There was a sudden loud banging from the room next door to the kitchen. Roxy turned towards it slowly, a frown forming on her face. The noise stopped so she decided to leave it, but then weird sizzling started and excited whispers reached her ears. She stomped towards the door and yanked it open, about to shout at the offending party. Freddy and James looked up in confusion.
"Were we loud?" Freddy whispered.
"Yes! Don't tell me you guys are planning a prank! That's highly inappropriate" Roxy hissed.
"You didn't object when we did the fireworks prank," James argued.
"That was different! The whole school was sad. It was unbearable. But now, it would just be insulting Muriel's memory!" Roxy stepped into the room, allowing the door to shut softly behind her.
"Well good thing we are not intending to do a prank then, isn't it." Freddy said in a smug voice.
"What's going on boys?"
James and Freddy shook their head both smiling with identical infuriating smiles.
"You'll see tomorrow."
Roxanne had no choice but to go back to bed.
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The next morning, when she came down to help with breakfast, a fantastic sight greeted her. The entire ground floor had been converted into a semi-memorial service for Muriel. Molly was smiling and crying at the same time. "Whose idea was this?" she asked with gratitude in her voice. When no one replied, it was Roxy who spoke up. "Mum's the word, gran. We couldn't tell you." she looked sideways at Freddy and James and winked. Not that anyone actually thought it could be anybody else apart from Freddy and James, but they all respected the boys' wished to remain anonymous. Mum was the word, indeed.
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A/N: Review, my lovelies! Thanks. –Vitzy-