“Interesting,” Harry said, snickering. “Considering that they each have the IQ of a potato. Are you sure it wasn’t Ginny or Ron that did it?”
Fred and George paused and looked each other. “Interesting point.” The former twin said.
“We’ll have to question them about it.” George added in rather too lightly and twirling his wand, which spat ominous red sparks. “Whoops.”
Mrs. Weasley came out to greet them, wearing her apron. She had a death grip of sorts on a frying pan and her wand and seemed rather flustered.
“Hello, dears!” she said happily to Neville, Luna, and Harry.
“Morning, Mrs. Weasley.” They chorused.
“Oh, we’re so glad you could make it early, you two.” She said to Luna and Neville. “Ron’s going ballistic, he can’t find Harry and the two girls have drunk something strange, Arthur thinks Hermione brewed up Essence of Euphoria and overdosed on it with Ginny – “
Harry shifted uncomfortably.
“ – but it’d be nice of you to keep Ron occupied while Arthur and I sort it out.” Mrs. Weasley finished.
“It would be our pleasure, Mrs. Weasley.” Luna said for all of them.
“Thank you, dear.” Mrs. Weasley beamed at her. “Oh, I must go and greet Augusta and Gene, they’re waving at me.”
And she dashed off along the dusty dirt road in her indoor flip-flops, still clutching the frying pan and wand.
“Mum really needs to catch up on her sleep.” George sighed.
“If she’s not careful, Neville’s gran and Luna’s dad will think she’s trying to attack them.” Fred said, squinting against the bright midmorning sun. Everyone laughed.
“Have you been helping her much?” Luna asked brightly.
“Oh, ah…” Fred said nervously.
“We were sort of caught up by our joke shop business, you know.” George bit his lip sheepishly.
Luna shrugged. “Well, I suppose it can be like that, I suppose, if you have a larger family. I live alone with my dad, so I usually help with things like cleaning, laundry, and cooking. I don’t really mind, though, he’s a great parent to me.”
There was a silence, and Neville broke it by saying. “Thanks, Luna, you’ve just made the atmosphere about ten times more awkward.”
Everyone chuckled appreciatively at his attempt to break the ice.
George shrugged. “Well, I suppose we could help out a bit. Harry’s other guests haven’t arrived yet.”
“Excellent, I’ve always wanted to try my hand at the catering skills.” Fred said, rubbing his hands.
----CHAPTER FOUR----
Birthdays, Worms, and Weddings
Mr. Weasley met them at the foot of the stairs, toting Ginny over his shoulder in a classic fireman’s carry. He had his wand in hand, his glasses were slipping down his nose, and his cheeks had a lot of curious sores on it.
“Did any of you know about the girls taking whatever it was they were dosed with?” he asked anxiously.
Before Harry could say anything, the twins automatically said “No.”
“Oh, well.” Mr. Weasley sighed. “It’s most likely Essence of Euphoria. I’ve had to Stun them then put them to sleep. Molly will have to wake them up sometime later, the girls really need their sleep.”
“What happened to your face, dad?” George asked, frowning.
“That?” Mr. Weasley said airily. “Oh, they seemed rather jolly, to say the least…kept insisting on pinching my bottom and cheeks. Disastrous.”
Everyone roared with laughter.
“It may seem funny to you lot.” Mr. Weasley said ruefully. “It still stings like you wouldn’t believe. What are you inside for? It’s such a nice day out.”
“We’ve decided to help mum with catering.” George said offhandedly.
“Are you really? Mr. Weasley said brightly. “Well, there’s about ten sacks of potatoes to peel first, a few bags of carrots, plus some other whatnots...”
“Dad!” Bill’s voice called from the den.
“Be right there, Bill,” muttered Mr. Weasley distractedly. “Have fun, boys. Oh, and Luna.”
He trotted off, Ginny’s head bouncing comically.
“I’m starting to rethink this whole catering thing.” Fred said in a small voice, surveying the amount of kitchen duties that loomed before them.
“Ah, well.” Harry said. “You did tell your dad that you would. Might as well get on with it.”
“Where’s Ron? We could use an extra wand.” George scratched his chin. “Someone find him.”
“I will!” Everyone else said simultaneously.
George snorted. “Nice try. Neville, you go.”
No one argued the decision.
“Okay.” Neville said cheerfully and jogged out of the room.
As soon as he was out, George whispered in a confidential voice, “I trust him with a wand in battle, but definitely not in a kitchen.”
Everyone else chuckled appreciatively.
“You should really give him a chance, you know.” Luna said lightly, upending a pack of onions into the sink.
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