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This idea for this came from the fact that I'm sick. I have just a week of holidays left and I've fallen ill. Agh! I hate falling ill during holidays.

Anyways, hope you enjoy this one.

Kitchen Disaster

My mother had a great deal of trouble with me, but I think she enjoyed it. -Mark Twain

"Mum!" bellowed Charlie," Where's my pancake? I'm starving."

"Me too!" came the sleepy voice of George.

But Molly Weasley was nowhere to be seen.

"Shh.." Ginny said," Mum's ill. Why are you all shouting?"

"What?" four voices said together.

Charlie had come home for a break from Romania, while it was the summer holidays for the four youngest Weasley children. Percy and Arthur were at work.

"Now what are we going to do?"Ron grumbled.

"I'm hungry," Fred said irritated.

"The way you two act," Ginny snapped," It's not like you'll die if you don't get food for a day. Besides, if you really want to eat, cook something up for yourself."

"Hey! You could cook for us all. And then make Mum something too," George excitedly told Ginny.

"And why should I do it alone?" Ginny asked glaring.

"Because...you are a girl," Charlie said. But the same instant he realised it was a wrong thing to say.

"I say we all cook together," Ginny said after glaring at Charlie," It's only fair."

There was a silence as the brothers exchanged gloomy looks. Their sister wouldn't lose the argument, so there was no point continuing.

"Okay...but we need the recipe and everything," Fred said slowly.

"Yea, it's here- it's called 'Wizarding Cheeses'. You think we can find anything?"

They flipped open the pages to find chicken and ham pie, fudge, nut brittle, mince pies, salad and sauce Béchamel and strawberry ice cream among the many recipes.

After much discussion, they all decided that homemade cookies seemed the most appealing to all of them.

So they measured, sifted, and stirred, continuously and were quite happy with way things were going. They decided to put the well shaped dough in the oven and so Fred carried the tray to the oven. That was when it happened. He tripped over his own leg, if that were even possible, and the tray of well made dough upturned itself into the hot oven and all the contents and their perfects moulds began to melt in an instant.

Fred swore loudly as he picked himself. They had just got themselves extra work- to clean the floor which was now running with dough and hot chocolate.

"Aah, who cares?" Ron said, as he sat down to taste the over flowing chocolate.

"Ouch!" he screamed, the minute it touched his mouth, "it's burning!"

"What did you expect, you prat?" George bellowed," it fell from an oven!"

Charlie shook his head as he tried to clean the kitchen floor.

"Aguamenti," he said pointing at the floor.

The water started to flow out of his wand and in few seconds, there was a puddle of water.

"Charlie, you are so stupid!" Ginny yelled," Now we need to mop up this mess."

"I'll get the mop-"Fred began to say, but too late, he had slipped on the water and had landed with a thud on his front.

"Great! My nose is broken," Fred said massaging his once faithful nose.

"Fix it," Ron said looking at Charlie.

"Er.. I can't remember the spell, it's episey or something like that," Charlie said looking embarrassed.

"Just what I needed, now I have to be stuck with a flat nose for hours. And what if it turns bad? What if I faint or something?" Fred said.

"Stop being so dramatic," Ginny snapped," it's just broken. Now go to the living room and don't move."

Ginny was lucky that her expression resembled her mother's, because after staring at her for a whole minute Fred really followed her advice.

"Wow, his nose must really hurt," George said grinning.

It took them nearly fifteen minutes to wipe up the floor, in a muggle fashion.

"Okay," Charlie said quietly," I think we should make ham pie."

There was a murmur of agreement.

So, they set up the fire and took up some oil. Things were going pretty well. And then came the time to remove the pot from over the fire.

"Ouch," came each voice, as they realised the pot was too hot to remove with bare hands.

"I'll levitate it," said Charlie confidently.

But as soon as it rose, the pot upturned itself and down fell the oil on the just previously cleaned kitchen floor.

The curses that flew across the room would have landed them all in big trouble, if Mrs. Weasley were to be fit and around.

Sighing, they tried to clean up the mess. But, just before their eyes, and no one knew how, Ron caused a fire to light up from the oil.

In no time, there were smokes engulfing the entire house.

"Oh my god," came Moll's worried voice," Dear children! What did you go through so much trouble for? You should have just woke me up."

In a jiffy, with a simple wand movement the kitchen was spick and span.

"Go to the dining room now, I'll cook something," Molly said smiling.

Her children went with great pleasure.

In fifteen minutes before them was chipolatas which the children devoured till the last morsel. Fred's nose had been fixed even faster than the kitchen had been cleaned and all was well.

Never again would the Weasley children underestimate their need for their mother. They needed her, much more than they ever could express.

How was it? Was it bad? I may have messed up a few parts, here and there. But I'm hoping it'll pass.

Thanks for reading, and if you have a few more minutes, please will brighten my day.