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24. Lumos
“I can’t see a thing!”
“Will you be quiet back there!”
“But Fwed, it’s dawk! And I can’t see anything. Can’t choo use lumos like daddy?”
Fred and George had been followed by little Ronnikins. All he did was complain and they weren’t going to put up with it anymore.
“Ron, why don’t you just go back inside?”
“Yeah, you’re making too much noise.”
“But, I can’t see the way back Fwed. How am I s’posed to get back if I can’t see?”
The three year old sounded like he was on the verge of tears. The twins looked at one another, knowing full well that if Ron cried one of their parents would find them out here. They both knew that they would get in a lot of trouble for being out of bed this late.
“Ron, just follow right behind me all right?”
He sniffled. “Otay George.”
Just then, the lights in the house went on inside. They looked at each other. Then Molly stepped outside and they knew that it would be worse than they thought.
“FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY! YOU BRING YOURSELVES AND YOUR BROTHER BACK INTO THIS HOUSE NOW!” They were definitely in for it.
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