Summers at The Burrow - Fred Weasley

Chapter Thirty-two - Back Again

Harry had settled into Ron's room and he was slightly surprised to find out that i had pretty much moved in with the Weasley's with the few belongings i owned. i wasn't much for having a lot of stuff so i mostly lived out of a single drawer of clothes and my school trunk.

there were a few things that had changed over the long summer one of them being the noticeable height increase that the twins had gone through. i had also gotten a lot taller but the gap between the twins and my height was slowly getting wider. as for everyone else, the twins and i were dubbed the giraffes of the family because despite the twins being taller than i, we were all nearly a head taller than everyone.

this worked in our favor one morning when Mrs. Weasley tried to hide the cookie jar from us because we had stolen it the night before and eaten half of the jar. she hid the jar on the top shelf of the highest cabinet in hopes that we would still be to short to reach it but she was wrong. 

"first we call mom to the yard to see the garden and then we go back inside once she spots the Gnome with dad's underwear on its head. Fred will get the cookies while Chloe and i keep watch and we will take them up to our room." George said in a hushed voice after we got back from the orchard. 

we shoved our brooms in the shed and hurried into the house to find Mrs. Weasley. she was running around the living room doing who knows what. we watched for a while to see if she would notice us but I'm pretty sure she was purposely ignoring us. George went into their room and grabbed a pair of underwear then hurried back out of the house to find a gnome. he came back a moment later with two thumbs up so part of the mission was successful. now for the hard part.

"Mum, somehow there's a gnome running about the garden with a pair of dads britches on his head." Fred said catching her attention at last.

"well go and fetch them then." she said waving him off.

"I'm not touching dads underwear! and neither is George." he replied.

"oh, fine then." she said hurrying out. 

i was starting to feel bad for all the trouble i had been causing even if i wasn't the clear problem because a load of the things we get wrapped up in are my idea to begin with. normally i don't have a guilty conscious but i think i was beginning to develop one even though Mrs. Weasley would probably get a kick out of seeing a garden gnome with her husbands britches over its head.

i went to the back door to watch but when Mrs. Weasley saw me she dragged me out to help her catch the gnome. the twins watched with apologetic looks then once they had the jar George mouthed 'your loss' at me then ran off with Fred. i couldn't win all the time. sometimes karma fights back. 

"so... the original plan was to steal the cookies but Fred and George ran off with them just now and we were the ones who planted the underwear on the gnome." i said ratting us out since they decided to run off without me.

"i cant say I'm surprised. would you be a dear and catch the gnome while i go catch those silly little boys?"  she asked.

"of course." i said.

"thank you, dear." she said hurrying back into the house. 

that's what they get for running off without me. and the best part is they will know exactly what i did and Mrs. Weasley will most likely make them de-gnome the garden while i sit inside in the cool house with a tall glass of lemonade and a cookie watching them work.

i love it when my predictions come true. (i refuse to bring divination into this.)

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it was the last week of holiday now and while Percy and Ron were stressing over summer homework the twins and i along with Harry were in the orchard practicing Quidditch with apples. The twins and i never did our summer homework because we had learned that they usually give us an extension to get it done since no one ever does it except for weirdos like Percy. Ron doesn't count yet because he hasn't learned yet.