Dad...

[alt_gredforge]

Can you pick up some new Chudley Cannons posters, maybe over lunch today? Ron needs to ... redecorate a little, and the old ones aren't much good any more. We'll pay you back.

Ron, if the smell of new paint is too strong, you can kip on our floor tonight.

And we have no idea how the chickens got in there. Honest.

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[alt_ron]

Wot?

What did you do to my Cannons posters? My room?

You two are so dead.

[alt_ron]

As soon as I get home.

[alt_ron]

I can't believe I said I'd go with Mum today.

And she won't leave!

[alt_ron]

But when we get home you'd better not let me catch you.

Got it?

[alt_sally_anne]

What did they do to your room, Ron?

[alt_ron]

Well, I don't know entirely. Transfigured a load of marbles into chickens, I think. Only they won't say, will they? But I can't find my marbles now, so I think maybe that's it. And, anywiz, it turns out forty hundred chickens can really tear up a room if you lock them in. And that's not counting what they, um, leave on the floor. Mum had them try out every scouring charm she knows on the rug--and then some they said they'd heard of, which wasn't going too well, and then they tried something that made it catch on fire, which got rid of the chicken poo 'cause it got rid of the rug, too.

Wankers.

[alt_sally_anne]

You had four thousand marbles?

What did you DO with that many marbles?

[alt_ron]

Well, no. Not exactly.

I just meant there were a load of chickens. I mean, there was totally nothing left of my poster of Gudgeon snatching the Snitch out from under Birch's nose. Just a piece with the snitch's wings beating.

[alt_bill]

Never a dull moment at the Burrow, I see.

[alt_gredforge]

We consider it part of our duty to keep things lively. Someone has to counterbalance Percy the Perfect.

[alt_percy]

You might spare a thought for Mum, you know. If you're not careful, she might be tempted to send us all back to school on August 1, just to be rid of us.

[alt_gredforge]

Nah, we want her to feel useful and important. Giving her reasons to go spare every once in a while keeps her on her toes. Gets the blood flowing, you know.

[alt_molly]

I'd really rather sit down with a nice cuppa and stick to my knitting.

[alt_ron]

I'll show you blood flowing if you do anything like that again.

In my room.

Although.

Don't you reckon all those parchments Percy's got rolled up under his bed would transfigure into nift lizards? I still need some practice with my new wand.

[alt_gredforge]

Excellent idea, ickle Ronnikins. There's hope for you yet.

[alt_percy]

Don't. You. Dare.

[alt_ron]

Why? What's in all those parchments?

Naughty pictures?

Or are they letters from your girlfriend?

[alt_penelope]

Do you mind?