"Breakfast, everyone!" called the Weasley family matron from the bottom of the stairwell. Her shout was followed by a wave of pitter patter on the floors above her – the Weasley family and all its guests had begun to rise. As doors began opening and closing and muffled voices began to fill the house, she returned to the dining room to begin setting the table.
Knowing at any moment a stampede of her hungry offspring could be tumbling down the stairs, She quickly began filling the table, floating plates of toast, egg, and sausage from the kitchen onto the dining table, when her doting husband appeared, greeting her with a kiss and subsequently taking his seat at the table.
"'Morning darling," Arthur called from his seat as he began leafing through this morning's Prophet.
"Good Morning, Arthur," she sang while she continued to set the table, gliding plates and utensils out from the cabinets and onto the table.
Not soon after his father's words were spoken, the first Weasley child appeared at the table, fully dressed and groomed.
Taking the seat next to his father, Percy greeted his parents as he reached for some eggs, sending a nod in either parent's direction: "Good morning, Mother, Father."
"Where are your brothers and sister, Percy?" Molly inquired. "Are they even awake? I told them not to stay up so late."
Just as Percy began to answer, his words were interrupted by a stampede of foot steps, echoing from the stairwell. As they grew closer and closer, a crowd of redheads, with the exception of a dark haired boy and girl, burst into the dining room.
A series of greetings were shouted in the direction of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley as the mob settled into their seats and began reaching out for the food spread out before them.
Mrs. Weasley smiled as she examined the spirited bunch at her table. "Good Morning, Ron, Hermione, Harry, Ginny, and George! Eat up, darlings."
As she took her place, she examined the group surrounding her: they eagerly grabbed, reached, and scrambled for breakfast, however as she watched the family before her, she noticed that something wasn't quite right - something she just couldn't put her finger on.
"Where is Edith, George?" she said, finally realizing that George's long-time girlfriend was missing from the table.
"I could have sworn that she was behind us," Ginny announced, reaching for a lone sausage link.
"Well, Mum, seeing how we sleep in the same bedroom, I would know if she was right behind us. And I can tell you she was not," George interjected. "She got some sort of letter. Wanted to open it right away."
"Oh, what sort of letter, darling? From her sister, maybe?"
"No, no, looked official," George replied, mouth full of toast.
"Maybe it's another recruitment letter, George!" Ginny added.
George nonchalantly shrugged, "Who knows?"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a scream erupted from the upstairs.
Following the jovial shriek came a series of wild footsteps, stumbling down the stairs and into the kitchen, where a pajama-clad brunette appeared in the doorway with an opened letter in her hands.