When Vizet and the others returned to the country cottage, Fred and George were already sitting in the living room.
Fred and George yawned, sitting in their chairs with their heads drooping and their backs hunched, their messy hair like birds' nests.
Their half-lidded eyes were a little puffy, pillow marks still lined their faces, and their mouths hung slightly open, as if they still had not woken up.
When they saw Vizet and the others come back, they had just been about to say hello, but their mouths had only opened halfway before they both let out another huge yawn.
"Strange..." Ron raised an eyebrow. "Weren't you two sleeping like logs? Your snoring was louder than a Fire Dragon's roar. How did you end up like this?"
Fred rubbed at the tears squeezed from the corners of his eyes. "Don't mention it. Mum woke us up..."
George reached up and dug at his ear. "And she did it the Muggle way..."
Even Vizet was a little curious. "The Muggle way of waking someone up?"
Fred explained, "It's banging things together, clanging and clattering..."
George nodded. "Mum chose a frying pan and a spatula..."
"Oh, that..." Harry looked deeply sympathetic. "Aunt Petunia's done that by my ear before too. It really is loud."
By the time Sirius Black and the others woke up one after another, the pan and spatula finally returned to their proper jobs, held in Mrs. Weasley's hands as she bustled about preparing breakfast.
Looking at a basket filled to the brim with bread, Ron said in a somewhat surprised tone, "Mum, haven't you made too much? We... probably won't be able to finish it, right?"
"Arthur and the others should be here soon..." Mrs. Weasley said as she moved the spatula, sliding smoked meat onto Vizet's