Harry Potters Twin Book Four

Great Career Choice

"Did he eat it?" Fred asked me emmidiatly after I stumbled out of the fireplace.

"Did who eat what?" I asked, waving the dust out of my face.

"Did Dudley eat the toffee?" George said.

"No... why?"

"It makes your tongue grow the second its down your throat," George grinned proudly. "Me and Fred made it ourselves."

"Impressive," I said, truly impressed. "That takes alot of skill."

"Oh, stop, Nixie," Fred said. "Your making us blush."

We laughed as Ron came through with a burst of emerald green flames. He stumbled and fell to the floor, making ash fly in the air.

I couphed and squinted at him through the dust. "Nice landing."

  Harry suddenly appreared and had as much success at landing as Ron. He threw out his hands and came to a halt in time to prevent himself from falling face forward out of the Weasleys' kitchen fire.

"Did he eat it?" said Fred excitedly, holding out a hand to pull Harry to his feet.

"Yeah," said Harry, straightening up. "What was it?"

"Ton-Tongue Toffee," said Fred brightly. "George and I invented them, and we've been looking for someone to test them on all summer…"

The tiny kitchen exploded with laughter; I looked around and saw that Ron and George were sitting at the scrubbed wooden table with two red-haired people I had never seen before, though I knew immediately who they must be: Bill and Charlie, the two eldest Weasley brothers.

"How're you doing, Harry? Nixie?" said the nearer of the two, grinning at us and holding out a large hand, which Harry shook. I glanced down at their hands and noticed that the red headed boy had blisters and scars. This had to be Charlie, who worked with dragons in Romania. Charlie was built like the twins, shorter and stockier than Percy and Ron, who were both long and lanky. He had a broad, good-natured face, which was weather-beaten and so freckly that he looked almost tanned; his arms were muscular, and one of them had a large, shiny burn on it.

Bill got to his feet, smiling, and also shook Harry's hand. Bill came as something of a surprise. I knew that he worked for the wizarding bank, Gringotts, and that Bill had been Head Boy at Hogwarts; I had always imagined Bill to be an older version of Percy: fussy about rule-breaking and fond of bossing everyone around.

However, Bill was cool. He was tall, with long hair that he had tied back in a ponytail. He was wearing an earring with what looked like a fang dangling from it. Bill's clothes would not have looked out of place at a rock concert, except that I recognized his boots to be made, not of leather, but of dragon hide.

Before any of them could say anything else, there was a faint popping noise, and Mr. Weasley appeared out of thin air at George's shoulder. He was looking angrier than I had ever seen him.

"That wasn't funny Fred!" he shouted. "What on earth did you give that Muggle boy?"

"I didn't give him anything," said Fred, with another evil grin. "I just dropped it… It was his fault he went and ate it, I never told him to."

"You dropped it on purpose!" roared Mr. Weasley. "You knew he'd eat it, you knew he was on a diet -"

"How big did his tongue get?" George asked eagerly.

"It was four feet long before his parents would let me shrink it!"

Harry and the Weasleys and I roared with laughter again.