Гарри Поттер и философский камень
The Mirror of Erised
FredandGeorgewerewearingbluesweaters,onewithalargeyellowFonit,theotheraG.
"Harry’sisbetterthanours,though,"saidFred,holdingupHarry’ssweater."Sheobviouslymakesmoreofaneffortifyou’renotfamily."
"Whyaren’tyouwearingyours,Ron?"Georgedemanded."Comeon,getiton,they’relovelyandwarm."
"Ihatemaroon,"Ronmoanedhalfheartedlyashepulleditoverhishead.
"Youhaven’tgotaletteronyours,"Georgeobserved."Isupposeshethinksyoudon’tforgetyourname.Butwe’renotstupid—weknowwe’recalledGredandForge."
"What’sallthisnoise?"
PercyWeasleystuckhisheadthroughthedoor,lookingdisapproving.Hehadclearlygottenhalfwaythroughunwrappinghispresentsashe,too,carriedalumpysweateroverhisarm,whichFredseized.
"Pforprefect!Getiton,Percy,comeon,we’reallwearingours,evenHarrygotone."
"I—don’t—want—"saidPercythickly,asthetwinsforcedthesweateroverhishead,knockinghisglassesaskew.
"Andyou’renotsittingwiththeprefectstoday,either,"saidGeorge."Christmasisatimeforfamily."
Theyfrog-marchedPercyfromtheroom,hisarmspinnedtohissidebyhissweater.
