Towers - Fred Weasley

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A VERY FROSTY CHRISTMAS WAS COMING. It was clear that the invitation they received from Molly in which she asked them to come home for break was meant for all three. The woman had specifically asked in the letter to bring Ebony over as well because she was excited to see her.

And so they did, arriving at the Burrow meant a whole lot of happiness and teasing. Harry, Ron and Ginny had already arrived as well when the three entered the house. Ebony was immediately engulfed in a big hug by Molly. 

"Could you maybe check if Harry and Ron need any help in the kitchen, dear?" Molly asked as she continued to clean the dining room.

"Of course." Ebony replied and entered the kitchen to see Fred and George teasing the poor kids. She chuckled and shook her head to herself as she watched this go on.

"Aaah, George, look at this. They're using knives and everything. Bless them."

"I'll be seventeen in two and a bit months' time," said Ron grumpily, "and then I'll be able to do it by magic!"

"But meanwhile," said George, sitting down at the kitchen table and putting his feet up on it, "we can enjoy watching you demonstrate the correct use of a—whoops-a-daisy!"

"You made me do that!" said Ron angrily, sucking his cut thumb. "You wait, when I'm seventeen—"

"I'm sure you'll dazzle us all with hitherto unsuspected magical skills," yawned Fred.

"And speaking of hitherto unsuspected skills, Ronald," said George, "what is this we hear from Ginny about you and a young lady called—unless our information is faulty—Lavender Brown?"

Ron turned a little pink, but did not look displeased as he turned back to the sprouts. "Mind your own business."

"What a snappy retort," said Fred. "I really don't know how you think of them. No, what we wanted to know was... how did it happen?"

"What d'you mean?"

"Did she have an accident or something?"

"What?"

"Well, how did she sustain such extensive brain damage? Careful, now!"

Mrs. Weasley entered the room just in time to see Ron throw the sprout knife at Fred, who had turned it into a paper airplane with one lazy flick of his wand.

"Ron!" she said furiously. "Don't you ever let me see you throwing knives again!"

"I won't," said Ron, "let you see," he added under his breath, as he turned back to the sprout mountain.

"Fred, George, I'm sorry, dears, but Remus is arriving tonight, so Bill will have to squeeze in with you two."

"No problem," said George.

"Then, as Charlie isn't coming home, that just leaves Harry and Ron in the attic, and if Ebony and Alyx share with Ginny—"

"—that'll make Ginny's Christmas—" muttered Fred.

"—everyone should be comfortable. Well, they'll have a bed, anyway," said Mrs. Weasley, sounding slightly harassed.

"Percy definitely not showing his ugly face, then?" asked Fred.

Mrs. Weasley turned away before she answered. "No, he's busy, I expect, at the Ministry."

"Or he's the world's biggest prat," said Fred, as Mrs. Weasley left the kitchen. "One of the two. Well, let's get going, then, George."