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The Burrow
Theclockonthewalloppositehimhadonlyonehandandnonumbersatall.WrittenaroundtheedgewerethingslikeTimetomaketea,Timetofeedthechickens,andYou’relate. Bookswerestackedthreedeeponthemantelpiece,bookswithtitleslikeCharmYourOwnCheese,EnchantmentinBaking,andOneMinuteFeasts-It’sMagic! AndunlessHarry’searsweredeceivinghim,theoldradionexttothesinkhadjustannouncedthatcomingupwas "WitchingHour,withthepopularsingingsorceress,CelestinaWarbeck."
Mrs.Weasleywasclatteringaround,cookingbreakfastalittlehaphazardly,throwingdirtylooksathersonsasshethrewsausagesintothefryingpan.Everynowandthenshemutteredthingslike "don’tknowwhatyouwerethinkingof,"and"neverwouldhavebelievedit."
"Idon’tblameyou,dear,"sheassuredHarry,tippingeightorninesausagesontohisplate. "ArthurandIhavebeenworriedaboutyou,too.Justlastnightweweresayingwe’dcomeandgetyouourselvesifyouhadn’twrittenbacktoRonbyFriday. Butreally,"(shewasnowaddingthreefriedeggstohisplate)"flyinganillegalcarhalfwayacrossthecountry-anyonecouldhaveseenyou—"
Sheflickedherwandcasuallyatthedishesinthesink,whichbegantocleanthemselves,clinkinggentlyinthebackground.
"Itwascloudy,Mum!"saidFred.
"Youkeepyourmouthclosedwhileyou’reeating!"Mrs.Weasleysnapped.
"Theywerestarvinghim,Mum!"saidGeorge.
