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Chapter 5

    The next day went by rather quickly. Fred and George decided to stay in the house again while Lee Jordan took over Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. They were sitting with Ron in his room making their own tin foil hats. Ginny was with them, too.

   George threw her a Knut and said, "Ginny, be a doll, and fetch me a butterbeer."

    "George, she's not a servant dog!" Fred tossed a Galleon at her and said, "Get me one too!"

    "You both are so lazy! You can summon whatever you want! You're over-age!" Ginny asserted.

    "Yeah, but our wands are all the way over there!" George pointed. The wands were set on Ron's bedside table which could not have been more than five feet away from the floor where Fred and George were sitting.

    "If Ginny won't take the job, I'll do it!" exclaimed Ron, eagerly. Ginny glared at him. "Hey, I have to make a living somehow!" He got up and left the room to get to the butterbeer stash downstairs.

    "Actually, I think I'll go down too!" Ginny said right after she realized that she left her diary open-faced on the kitchen table. She couldn't let Ron (or anyone else for that matter) find it and read about everything that has been going on with her. He would tell Harry about it all.

    "Your funeral," Fred remarked as Ginny ran out of the room and raced down the staircase.

    "Fred, that doesn't make any sense!" George snapped.

    Ginny actually ran past Ron and got to the kitchen to find her diary untouched. She grabbed it and let out a sigh of relief.

    Ron followed her quickly and arrived in the same area. "Hey, you turned down the job! It's mine!"

    "Yeah, sure," Ginny replied. Just then, someone apparated at the corner of the room. It was Lee Jordan.

    "G'day, mates!" he greeted. "Is Fred and George around?"

    "Actually, they're in my room," Ron tried to explain about the foil hats, but then demanded, "Aren't you supposed to be over at the shop?"

    "Well, things were getting ruddy wild so I came to see if they could come back for the rest of the day."

    Ron and Ginny exchanged nervous glances which Lee read as a sign for more explanation.

    "Oh, Neville Longbottom was in Diagon Alley so I let him take over while I am gone," he said as if it was the perfect solution. "You said the Gred and Feorge were in your room, right?"

    Ron and Ginny exchanged even more nervous looks as Lee disapparated. They both walked up to Ron's room as they could hear shouting.

    "What?!" Fred yelled, "Neville Longbottom?! He's incapable of managing a shop, much less a joke shop!"

    "What were you thinking?" George exclaimed.

    "I thought he could handle it!" Lee pleaded. "Hey, you look like McGonagall!" he point at Fred who was wearing his pointy tin foil hat.

    "I do, don't I?" Fred grinned, "but that's besides the point! We gotta get over there now!"

    The three disapparated out of the room.

    Ginny turned to Ron, "I hope everything works out fine. Neville might be a little dodgy with doing business, but he's getting better with dealing with people."

    "Harry said that he'd take a summer job, but I'm guessing the Dursleys would have a fit."

    "Is that so?" Ginny remarked as if she didn't care to hear that bit of information.

    "I'm assuming you probably forgot that he's coming tomorrow." Ron said sternly, "Make sure you don't leave anymore glasses around the house or Mum will be nitpicking about how the house isn't fit for having any guests and--"

    Ginny smiled to herself, thinking, he has no idea. "Don't worry. I'll behave." She said just as George apparated back into the room. Ron and Ginny stared at him.

    "I forgot my shoes."