The kids stood up and walked over to the stairs. The plates floated to the sink and waited patiently inline as the scrubs did their work on the first few plates.

"I want everyone to bring there trunks down and Ginny your father and I need a word with you." said Mrs. Weasley as she was checking her watch. It seemed that was the only watch in the house that told time.

The boys trotted upstairs to their own room, Fred and George in the lead followed by Percy then Ron, who seemed to be delaying time as before he walked into the room of death... Ever since Ron was a little boy he would never want to enter the room of the twin's. Also his mother wouldn't allow him to go into the room anyway for some reason, even thought Ron had always want to go back in Fred and George's room ever since the spider incident (Ron was sitting in his crib which was moved out into the hallway by Fred and George. They both turned Ron's teddy bear into a spider giant).

Fred and George stopped and motioned Ron to come up faster, Percy walked by and up the next flight. Ron hurried along to the flight of the stairs, the hallway that lead to the room of Fred and George.

"Well are you going to stand on that flight or are you coming in or what."

Ron walked through the hallway. It smelled of wet wood and it was sort of caving in. The room was no to far away, not as far as Fred and George who were already at the door. They opened the door and walked in. Ron followed in.

The room, to his surprise, was not the disgusting dirty room he had always imagined, it was well almost as clean as Ron's room. The walls were painted scarlet red but if you would walk around the room they would change to a goldenish-yeallow, shimmering color.

There were posters of different quidditch teams, all of whom were moving and waving at the visitor and the residents of the room.

The wooden floor was visible with a few robes here and there.

The beds resembled the walls and ceiling, one bed was scarlet red and the other was shimmering yellow and gold, and as you moved the beds would switch colors. On each bed the covers boar a name on the front, the names of the twins. At the foot of the bed stood the two trunks open half full.

George went directly to the closet, which looked like it was about to burst open, but to Ron's surprise, it didn't. The closet was messy with all sorts of muggle things they liked to operate on.

Scabbers was lying on the bed that read 'George' which was the closest to the desk top which was filled with containers of all sort of odds and ends inside, different rodents and spiders, anything that crawled and the twins could get their hands around was there.

"Well how do you like how we fixed up the room?" inquired Fred.

"You might not remember how it looked," George said with a slight intake of air, which was clearly a "puff-out-your-chest-with-pride" intake of air.

"Its new, how did you do this to the walls?" said Ron amazed that his brothers could do something productive instead of something destructive.

"We learned it at Hogwarts" Fred answered

"Inside the library" George adding on to the story

"Oh yeah... The forbidden section..."

"Here is Scabbers, he hasn't done much of anything."

"Thanks" said Ron surprised how well this had gone.

"I think you should be off now, We aren't finished packing you know."

Ron left the room. The room was a help to him. I guess this showed him what was waiting to teach him at Hogwarts. Either way he has to bring down his luggage. He trotted up to his room. Waiting for him at his door was Ginny, with a stern look on her face.