“And speaking of hitherto unsuspected skills, Ronald,” said George, “what is this we hear from Ginny about you and a young lady called — unless our information is faulty — Lavender Brown?”
Ron turned a little pink, but did not look displeased as he turned back to the sprouts.
“Mind your own business.”
“What a snappy retort,” said Fred. “I really don’t know how you think of them. No, what we wanted to know was … how did it happen?”
“What d’you mean?”
“Did she have an accident or something?”
“What?”
“Well, how did she sustain such extensive brain damage? Careful, now!”
Mrs Weasley entered the room just in time to see Ron throw the sprouts knife at Fred, who turned it into a paper aeroplane with one lazy flick of his wand.




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