Ron groggily arose from his bed. He hadn't exactly done his homework, and the day’s outlook looked, well, bad. However, Ron's walking comatose state was quickly snapped away as his foot looped underneath a broomstick on the steps and he tumbled down to the bottom. Cursing under his breath, he picked up the broomstick. Before he could launch it to kingdom come, he glanced at the tag, "To: Ronald Weasley."

Ron stared dumbfounded. "Wha...?" Ron reached down in his pocket to find his wand. If random broomsticks were going to appear for him out of thin air, he had to make sure he was ready. Ron held his wand in his hand for a moment, something felt funny… then he noticed yet another tag. “To: Ronald Weasley.”

“What the bloody hell?” Ron, now very confused, went to stow the wand back in his pocket and run down to the Great Hall to show Harry. But before the wand hit his pocket, the tip of the wand touched the broom. The effect was tremendous. They both exploded in a spree of fireworks and color, and a large sign of sparks spelled out the words,

“Happy Birthday Ron, from your favorite twin brothers, Gred and Forge."
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(Epilogue: In his sleepy state, Ron had forgotten it was his birthday.)
Yeah I’m over. By about 100 words. O well. I’m outta practice too it seems…

I give… Hagrid, a large pink rubber duck, and Ollivander’s Wand shop. Muahahahha.