It's a Muggle Thing

Chapter Eight

"Guess what this weekend is?" Stanley asked in a singsong voice. She was sitting by the lake with Starkiller and the twins.

"Hogsmeade weekend?" George guessed.

"And what does that mean?" Stanley asked again.

"Zonko's!" Starkiller answered. The four were still serving detentions for the pink robes incident, and naturally, they were running out of supplies.

"I can't wait!" Fred said. "In their newsletter it was announced they have new products available."

"You're subscribed to Zonko's newsletter?" Starkiller asked him. "Can Errol handle all of that extra mail?"

"You're right," Fred said as he stroked a nonexistent beard. "Maybe Ruby can carry my letters as well from now on..."

"Nuh uh, Frederick," Starkiller disagreed. "My owl carried nobody's mail but mine."

"If you say so, Rose," Fred shrugged, testing his luck.

Rose pointed her finger at him menacingly, "Don't call me that!"

"Poor Harry, huh?" George said as they walked behind Hermione and Ron in Hogsmeade.

"What do you mean, ‘poor Harry’?” Stanley asked.

“He can’t go to Hogsmeade weekends,” Fred answered.

“That sucks,” Stanley said.

“Ooh, look!” Starkiller said. “Zonko’s!”

The four entered the shop and began to browse. Fred and George glanced over the products, while Stanley and Starkiller intently looked at each item.

“Really, Starkiller?” Fred asked the Slytherin as he peered over her shoulder. “Dung bombs? That’s so childish.”

“Simple but effective,” Starkiller replied as she moved onto the next shelf. “You have to respect the classics.”

“See anything, Fred?” George asked his brother.

“Nah,” Fred replied. “It’s a shame, really, but nothing at Zonko’s seems to interest me.”

“If everything’s so boring, why don’t you just make your own products?” Stanley said sarcastically as they exited the shop.

Excitement filled the twins’ blue eyes as they shared what Stanley and Starkiller called “the look”.

“Ferb,” Starkiller said, turning to Stanley. “I know what we’re going to do today.”