'Prefect . . . ickle Ronnie the Prefect.'
'Ginny said the booklists had come at last,' she said, glancing around at all the envelopes as she made her way over to the bed and started sorting the robes into two piles. 'If you give them to me I'll take them over to Diagon Alley this afternoon and get your books while you're packing. Ron, I'll have to get you more pyjamas, these are at least six inches too short, I can't believe how fast you're growing . . . what colour would you like?'
'He got off, he got off, he got off . . .'
'What's going on?'
'Be careful,' Harry warned them quietly.
'Get him red and gold to match his badge,' said George, smirking.
Mrs Weasley returned from Diagon Alley around six o'clock, laden with books and carrying a long package wrapped in thick brown paper that Ron took from her with a moan of longing.
No, no, I'll do it myself later,' beamed Mrs Weasley, 'you have your drink. We're having a little bit of a celebration, actually . . .' She gestured at the scarlet banner. 'Fourth prefect in the family!' she said fondly, ruffling Ron's hair.
'Like what?' said Ginny, who was choosing a baked potato.
'Prefect, eh?' growled Moody, his normal eye on Ron and his magical eye swivelling around to gaze into the side of his head. Harry had the very uncomfortable feeling it was looking at him and moved away towards Sirius and Lupin.
Down in the basement Mrs Weasley had hung a scarlet banner over the heavily laden dinner table, which read:
Mad-Eye Moody was sniffing at a chicken-leg with what remained of his nose; evidently he could not detect any trace of poison, because he then tore a strip off it with his teeth.
Ron and Hermione beamed as everyone drank to them, and then applauded.
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'Cleared,' Harry said, pulling the door closed behind him, 'of all charges!'
'Of course it isn't,' said Dumbledore mildly. 'I was merely expressing my confidence that this matter will not go uninvestigated.'
And with another loud crack, the twins Disapparated.
'What private business have they got together, anyway?'
'No,' Mr Weasley snapped, his fingers now biting into Harry's shoulder.
'Why wasn't he waiting outside Fudge's office if they've got business to do together?' Harry burst out furiously. What was he doing down here?'