‘We've already bought him some,’ said Fred clarisonic outlet store sourly, who looked as though he sincerely regretted this generosity.
‘Or a new cauldron, Charlie's old one's rusting through, or a new rat, you always liked Scabbers—’
‘Mum,’ said Ron hopefully, ‘can I have a new broom?’
Mrs. Weasley's face fell slightly; broomsticks were expensive.
‘Not a really good one!’ Ron hastened to add. ‘Just—just a new one for a change...’
Mrs. Weasley hesitated, then smiled.
‘Of course you can.... Well, I'd better get going if I've got a broom to buy too. I'll see you all later.... Little Ronnie, a prefect! And don't forget to pack your trunks.... A prefect... Oh, I'm all of a dither!’
She gave Ron yet another kiss on the cheek, sniffed loudly, and bustled from the room.
Fred and George exchanged looks.
‘You don't mind if we don't kiss you, do you, Ron?’ said Fred in a falsely anxious voice.
‘We could curtsey, if you like,’ said George.
‘Oh, shut up,’ said Ron, scowling at them.
‘Or what?’ said Fred, an evil grin spreading across his face. ‘Going to put us in detention?’
‘I'd love to see him try,’ sniggered George.