Always the wrong time, Ron

by Once upon a kiss

Fred and George shared the dream of owning a joke shop and being world-renowned pranksters and it just happened that Katie Bell shared this. Though Katie was younger they became fast friends after Fred pulled her hair on the train to her first every time at Hogwarts. This is a story of the summers at the burrow and how Ron always seems to come in at the wrong time.

2. Spiders, always spiders

There was a rhythmic, metallic tapping sound coming from the small bedroom. The tapping had been persistent for the past four hours. The only interruption had been the sound of an occasional popping or fizzing hum. The echo of the machines that were being worked on covered the voices of the three of us.

"Screwdriver," Fred shouted above the mechanical hum. George wordlessly took the screwdriver from me and handed it to the redhead bent over a tangle of wires in a small tin box. Fred slammed the lid on the box and pushed the screwdriver into the box's screws. He proceeded to screw the box's lid tightly shut.

"Let's see how this baby works," Fred shouted his eyes gleaming. He flipped the box over and began flicking switches. Soon enough the hum was loud enough to be heard through the whole house. Fred began maneuvering what appeared to be a joystick around and the seven-dozen metallic balls in the corner sprouted legs and took off across the floor. The mechanical balls that would be assumed to be spiders with their round bodies and eight legs traveled in a large mass towards the bedroom wall. They sprinted up the side clacking with every step. The bulk of metal caught the in-coming sunlight and shone bright, their metallic backs reflecting.

The door swung open and a small redhead stood in the doorway. He looked frightened. The spiders continued clacking along the wall. The teens in the room, who were still transfixed by the metal spiders, were completely unaware of his arrival.

The boy cleared his throat and our heads snapped towards him, "Fred, George, we have to rescue Harry. He's still at his aunt and uncle's. We can't get a response from them either. What are we going to do?"

A huge grin spread across Fred's face. He spun the joystick around and charged the spiders at Ron. The spiders embraced him and wrapped themselves around his legs at speeds that should not have been possible. Silk spun around him enclosing him in the tangled web that could only belong to one creature. Soon everything but his face was covered. Fred directed his army to the ceiling where he hung Ron by a thick braid of fake spider silk.

George, Fred and I got up to leave the room. Fred turned to his brother right before he closed the door and said, "We'll leave to pick him up tonight."

We could hear him yelling down the hall and it sounded like he was saying' Spiders, why does it always have to be spiders."