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WEASLEY'S WIZARD-MUM, NOT AGAIN!
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"Fred! George! Keep it down up there!" Molly Weasley screamed up the stairs at her twin sons' room.
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"Sorry, Mum!" one of the twins, Fred, yelled down, not bothering to open the door.
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"Fred! George! Keep it down, Hermione is about to arrive!" Mrs. Weasley screamed.
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"Ooh, is ickle Ronnie's girlfriend arriving? How wonderful, as if he hadn't been talking about it all summer!" Fred yelled back sarcastically. George, the other twin, paused, grinning, and waiting for Ron's response.
"Shut up, you git!" Ron yelled from above.
"Ooh, ickle Ronniekins is yelling and calling Fred a git! You better watch your language, Ronnie!" George yelled back, joining into the conversation. Holding back laughter, he turned back to their project.
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"Fred, George, get down here!" Mrs. Weasley shouted.
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"But Mum, we're working!" George protested.
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"OI! I-AM-TRYING-TO-WORK!" Percy, their older brother, yelled from his bedroom. "Mr. Crouch is expecting this report by Monday!"
"Ooh, a report! How very interesting!" Fred said, throwing the door open. George nodded solemnly as they both slipped a few pieces of purple taffy into their pockets-their latest creation. "Have you ever considered that we're busy too?"
"Your experiments have nothing to do with my report on-" Percy's snotty remark was cut off by Ron's scream.
"Oi! Shut up, you lot, Hermione's here!"
Percy sniffed indignantly and re-closed the door. The twins turned downstairs, where a girl with bushy brown hair was waiting, chatting with Ron about her journey to the Burrow. She eyed the twins suspiciously, pausing in her speech.
"What is that?" she asked, pointing at the piece of purple taffy in Fred's pocket, just barely sticking out.
Mrs. Weasley burst into the room.
"Aha!" she shrieked. "Hand them over!" Fred and George sighed and each handed over-one piece of taffy. Mrs. Weasley frowned. "All of them." Fred and George each handed over-one more piece. Mrs. Weasley's frown deepened-and she sighed.
"Go on," she said, waving them away with her hand as Hermione and Ron continued talking. The twins caught the words Wealsey's Wizard Wheezes, joke shop, and Ton-Tongue Taffy. Fred and George grinned at each other-word was beginning to spread.
They passed Ginny on the stairs.
"Hi," she said, frowning. "What was the screaming match about?"
"Oh-" George said.
"You know," said Fred.
"The usual nonsense," George finished.
"Would you like one?" Fred said, offering Ginny a taffy. "If Harry gets annoying?" Ginny, only going into her third year at Hogwarts, blushed deeply.
"Shut up," she muttered, going downstairs to say hello to Hermione. But she took the taffy anyways.
A few hours later, the group were standing by the fireplace to go pick up Harry. Mr. Weasley went first, followed closely by Fred.
"Ouch! Fred, no- go back, go back, there's been some kind of mistake- tell George not to-"
George stepped into the Floo fire.
"OUCH! George, no, there's no room, go back quickly and tell Ron-"
Eventually, everything got sorted out. But as Fred was leaving, he grinned and dropped a bag- his bag of toffees. He purposely left one behind, and he and George were immensely amused by what happened to Harry's fat cousin.
Mrs. Weasley, however, was not.