Lumos

In the effort of trying to catch the Quaffle Ron fell to the ground. Hermione was there in a flash, “Are you OK?” she asked. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He said getting to his feet. He noticed George exchanging a wink with Fred. “What’s that for?” he asked. The Twins had been acting very strangely the past few days, sniggering when Hermione asked him how he was, and other things on their own no doubt. Hermione, being calm as always just gave them a look of disgust. “Oh no! She might not be impressed by us anymore!” they chorused innocently.

“Come in now!” Mrs.Weasley called. “I need you all to set the table!” All of the six trudged down to the Burrow’s backyard, and into the kitchen. “Ronald! Look at the state of you! Go get your self cleaned up at once!” Mrs.Weasley scolded Ron. He walked of slowly dragging his feet murmuring about how hungry he was. “Well hurry up then? The faster you get downstairs, the faster we can all eat.”

The five knew what was to happen now, out of habit. The Twins got the two tables setup, and the rest of them handled the cutlery. Eventually they got everything ready after a bit of fooling around on Fred and George’s part. “Oh good!” exclaimed Mrs.Weasley when they told her. She steered her husband outside. “Oh dear! It’s quite dark! Lumos! There that’s better.” And she sat down.