"Oi, all you red headed kids, lunch is ready" screamed Mrs. Weasley, a daily occurrence, usually followed by a rush of Weasley children
"Mum! we've had rats for lunch for three days in a row, how come we never get rabbit meat anymore, I'm not eating this" said Ron, in increasing volume.
"Not even if I satay it with a little mud?" asked Mrs. Weasley tactfully, Ron's eyes lit up at the idea of satayed rats, giving Mrs, Weasley all the confirmation she needed
By the end of the negotiations, all of the Weasley children were at the table, George and Fred were the last too sit down, seeing as they had too carry their Quiditch clubs everywhere now
'Duhh I've got wit' said Fred 'duhhh me too!' replied George, as they began too club each other over the head, feeling nothing really, because they'd already lost the majority of their Brain Cells after swallowing their thermometers, several times.
Through the banging off heads with clubs, The smallest weasley, Ginny started her normal tantrum 'But I want too be a Goth!' screamed Ginny, only too get the same reply from her mum 'Not until your 16, now eat your rats before they run away'.
Ginny took her rats and went too her room in a fit off rage as Fred and George continued too club each other
'It's not fair, every time I want too become a Goth, mum never lets me' wined Ginny as she continued too read her book of evil spells. 'Damn it's got too be in here somewhere' yelled Ginny throwing the book at the floor. 'How will I ever bring Harry back from the dead without that spell' sniffed Ginny as she went through all the possible scenarios to get the spell. Grimly she came too the conclusion, the only living person who new how too do the spell is Peter Petrigrew, who, however unfortunately, is serving three life sentences for the molestation off Ron Weasley, in his rat form.
Ginny walked over too the window and looked towards the sky, where the author resided
'God you're a bastard' Ginny yelled at the sky, trying too be artistic, her only reply was a cloud, flicking her off. Ginny slowly started packing her things, knowing what had too be done, but was disturbed by a loud bang made by the door, which could only mean her father was home.
Mr. Weasley straggled into the house, he wore a heavy trench coat over his normal work cloths, and he seemed extraordinarily pleased with himself.
As he opened up his coat, Matrix style off coarse, hundreds of stationary items ranging from staplers too pens and pencils fell from his trench coat
'Office raid, Molly, I got a mighty haul of pencils' said Mr. Weasley, looking extraordinarily proud of himself
'Duhhh Hi Dad' said George, Mr. Weasley replied 'Hi George' cause an outbreak of laughter, 'haaaah, No I'm Fred', 'Whatever dude like I give a shit' said Mr. Weasley, turning on the TV. 'Duhhh we tricked you ahahaha' George and Fred said in unison.
'Author, when did the magical world get TVs, what ever happened too owls and all that?' asked Molly as she marinated some rocks
'shhh, not so loud, the readers might hear' said Mr. Weasley turning back too WNBC, 'as you can see, Cornelius Fudge has declared martial law only 10 days before wizarding elections, he blames this on the Sue Hunter epidemic' Mr. Weasley switched off the TV in disgust, then put the remote back on top of the TV in disgust
'How can they do this too us, wizarding elections are the only time when people can legally bribe us, and I was looking forward too voting Sirius Black, hardened jail-birds always have the best policies' Mr.Weasley's rant was cut short by Ginny yelling down the stairs, laddened with baggage of her essentials, 'Hey everyone I'm going out for a bit, I'll see you all at Hogwarts!' Mr. Weasley replied in a equally loud holler 'Take your time, enjoy the sites!'