𝐌𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 → 𝒸. 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓁𝑒𝓎

⤷ 03| WEASLEY'S WIZARD WHEEZES

"That wasn't funny, Fred!" he shouted. "What on earth did you give that Muggle boy?"

"I didn't give him anything," Fred said, with another evil grin. "I just dropped it . . . it was his fault he went and ate it, I never told him to."

"You dropped it on purpose!" Arthur roared. "You knew he'd eat it, you knew he was on a diet —"

"How big did his tongue get?" George asked eagerly.

"It was four foot long before his parents would let me shrink it!"

Harry, the Weasleys and June roared with laughter.

"It isn't funny!" Arthur shouted. "That sort of behavior seriously undermines wizard-Muggle relations! I spend half my life campaigning against the mistreatment of Muggles, and my own sons —"

"We didn't give it to him because he was a Muggle!" Fred said indignantly.

"No, we gave it to him because he's a great bullying git," George said. "Isn't he, Harry?"

"Yeah, he is, Mr Weasley," Harry said earnestly.

"That's not the point!" Arthur raged. "You wait until I tell your mother —"

"Tell me what?" a voice said behind him.

Molly had just entered the kitchen. She was a short, plump woman with a very kind face, though her eyes were presently narrowed with suspicion.

"Oh, hello, Harry dear," she said, spotting him and smiling. Then her eyes snapped back to her husband. "Tell me what, Arthur?"

Arthur hesitated. June could tell that, however angry he was with Fred and George, he hadn't really intended to tell Molly what had happened. There was a silence, while Arthur eyed his wife nervously. Then Hermione and Ginny appeared in the kitchen doorway behind Molly.

"Tell me what, Arthur?" Molly repeated, in a dangerous sort of voice.

"It's nothing, Molly," Arthur mumbled, "Fred and George just — but I've had words with them —"

"What have they done this time?" Molly said. "If it's got anything to do with Weasley's Wizard Wheezes —"

"Why don't you show Harry where he's sleeping, Ron?" Hermione said from the doorway.

"He knows where he's sleeping," Ron said. "In my room, he slept there last —"

"We can all go," she said, pointedly.

"Oh," Ron said, cottoning on. "Right."

"Yeah, we'll come, too," George said —

"You stay where you are!" Molly snarled.

"June, why don't we go over the plays outside?" Charlie asked, his blue eyes darting from June to Molly and back.

"Sure," June replied, giving Fred and George a pity glance before following their older brother outside.

Charlie and June sat down at the old battered table and the former placed the plays in front of the latter.

However, before Charlie could properly start to explain them all, a tawny owl landed on the table beside June.

"Baldoin!" Juniper exclaimed, recognizing the owl of her aunt Aubrey. "What are you doing here?" She didn't expect a letter so soon.

The owl stuck out his leg, showing the letter that hung onto it.

Chère June,

I've heard from Maman that you are going to the Quidditch World Cup. Well, we are going, too! It'll be great to see each other again (it's been a while after all). Camille is overexcited. As you might know, you're a hero to her.