When Wizet and the others returned to the country cottage, Fred and George were already sitting in the living room.
Fred and George yawned, sitting slumped in their chairs with their heads hanging and backs hunched, their messy hair like birds' nests.
Their half-closed eyes were slightly puffy, pillow marks still visible on their faces. Their mouths hung slightly open, and they looked as though they had not fully woken up.
When they saw Wizet and the others return, they were just about to greet them when, halfway through opening their mouths, they both let out another huge yawn.
"Strange..." Ron raised an eyebrow. "Weren't you sleeping soundly? Your snoring was louder than a dragon's roar. Why do you look like this now?"
Fred rubbed at the tears squeezed from the corners of his eyes. "Don't mention it. Mum woke us up..."
George reached up and picked at his ear. "And she did it the Muggle way..."
Even Wizet was a little curious. "The Muggle way of waking someone up?"
Fred explained, "Banging things together with a whole lot of clanging..."
George nodded. "Mum chose a frying pan and a spatula..."
"Oh, that..." Harry wore an expression of deep understanding. "Aunt Petunia used to bang them together right beside my ear too. It really is loud."
Once Sirius and the others had woken up one after another, the pan and spatula finally returned to their proper duties. Held in Mrs. Weasley's hands, they busily helped prepare breakfast.
Looking at the basket overflowing with bread, Ron said in surprise, "Mum, haven't you prepared too much? We... probably can't finish it all, can we?"
"Arthur and the others should be here soon..." Mrs. Weasley said as she moved the spatula, scooping smoked bacon onto Wizet's plate. "Of course I need to make