Eavesdropping

"Yes, that's right,"

Ginny said, "but the last time I went looking for him, he was definitely just one boy, not five.

What are those?"

She pointed at a large mass of pink and purple fluffy balls in varying shades, rolling around at the bottom of a cage and giving off piercing squeaks.

"Pygmy Puffs," George said. "Miniature Puffskeins. We can't get them to breed fast enough. So, what happened with Michael Corner?"

"I dumped him. He was a pathetic loser."

As Ginny spoke, she stuck a finger into the cage and watched all the Pygmy Puffs crowd around it. "They're so cute!"

"Yeah, they really are rather adorable,"

Fred reluctantly admitted. "But aren't you changing boyfriends a little too often?"

Ginny turned and glared at him, her hands planted on her hips.

The furious expression on her face looked so much like Mrs. Weasley's that Harry was surprised Fred did not flinch.

"It's none of your business.

And—"

Just then, Ron suddenly appeared beside George with an armful of merchandise, and she snapped at him angrily, "Would you please stop spreading rumors about me in front of those two!"

"?"

Ron looked utterly bewildered, staring at his sister in confusion.

George and Fred, on the other hand, knew enough to step in and defuse the situation.

"That comes to three Galleons, nine Sickles, and one Knut,"

Fred said after carefully looking over the various boxes in Ron's arms. "Pay up."

"I'm your brother!"

"You're taking our stuff. Three Galleons, nine Sickles. We'll waive the Knut."

"But I don't have three Galleons and nine Sickles!"

"Then you'd better put the things back, and make sure you don't put them on the wrong shelves."

Ron threw down several boxes, muttering curses and making a rude gesture at Fred. Unfortunately, Mrs. Weasley