2. Joke

Molly Weasley was not having a good time. She had just bought a new oven rack for the kitchen of Order HQ because she was afraid that everyone would die if she cooked another meal on the old one, but she just couldn't get the rack to fit.

Molly grunted as she tried to force the rack into the oven. "It...won't...fit!" she said, exasperated.

"That's what she said!"

In one swift motion, Molly stood up, turned around, put her fists on her hips and gave her trademark glare. Sirius, obviously the guilty one, tried to repress a grin and look innocent, but the fact that Harry and the Weasley boys were howling with laughter made that quite difficult to do. "Think this is funny, do you?" Molly scolded. "I'd like to see you get it in there!"

"That's what she said!" This time, it came from George. Sirius finally gave in to laughter and high-fived the twin.

"Don't laugh!" Molly demanded. "This is hard!" The laughter increased once more.

"That...that's what she said!" Harry managed to choke out. Just then, Remus entered the kitchen.

"Hey, everyone," he greeted. "How's the rack, Molly?"

"THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID!" the five laughing boys said in unison. Remus jumped in shock, but then rolled his eyes.

"That didn't even make sense!" Evidently no one cared because they all went on laughing hysterically. Remus looked at Molly who was looking at him pleadingly, shrugged, and took a seat at the table.

After a few minutes of no one saying anything that could be misconstrued as a sexual innuendo, the laughter died down, but Sirius, Harry and the Weasley boys were still grinning like madmen, ready to pounce on anything even the least bit dirty. The kitchen door opened again and this time Arthur Weasley stepped inside.

"Hullo, everyone!" he greeted warmly. "Molly, dear, are you still messing with that thing? Give it a rest, you'll hurt yourself." Sirius, Harry, Fred, George and Ron opened their mouths, but quickly clamped their hands over them with a glance from Remus, who looked like he was thinking the same thing they were.

"Get off my back, Arthur, I'm not in the mood," Molly retorted coldly. The sound of a collective snort filled the room. Molly turned around to face the boys at the table. "Fred, George and Ron Weasley, if you don't stop right now you are going to get it!" The Weasley boys let out another snort and ran from the room. Molly glared at Sirius and Harry who glanced at each other, but said nothing.

Arthur, who was now thoroughly confused, coughed and tried to change the subject. "Now, Molly, what seems to be the problem?"

"Well," said Molly, "it's too wide and too long!" Sirius and Harry flinched. Remus rolled his eyes. "It took forever to get it in there, and now it won't come out!" Harry buried his head in his arms and shook with silent laughter.

"Well," said Arthur, "maybe we should pull the oven out and try to push it from behind."

Finally, Sirius and Harry couldn't take it anymore. "That's what she said!" they yelled together before running out of the room, laughing like mad.

Molly's hands returned to her hips as she scowled at the door. "Well!" she pouted. "I hope they're satisfied!"

"That's what she said!" Remus said quickly and ran out of the room after Sirius and Harry as fast as his legs would carry him.