Harry and Ron's Jealousy

August 20, London, the dining room at 12 Grimmauld Place.

Morning sunlight streamed through the windows, lending a rare touch of warmth to the old, gloomy house. The long oak table was laden with the breakfast Mrs. Weasley had carefully prepared: bread, jam, bacon, fried eggs, and a steaming pot of tea, its aroma filling the room.

The Weasley Twins sat at the table, busy pouring milk, though they clearly had no intention of eating breakfast quietly. With a light tap of his wand, George made the milk jug tilt by itself, only to deliberately let Fred's cup overflow at the last second. The milky liquid instantly spread across the tabletop, nearly spilling onto Ron's clothes.

"Hey!" Ron jerked backward, nearly toppling out of his chair.

"Sorry, sorry—" George apologized aloud, but the mischievous grin on his face did not fade in the slightest.

"Can you two settle down for once?" Ginny cut into her fried egg without even looking up, her tone carrying the helpless resignation of someone used to this. Compared to the twins' pranks, she was clearly more concerned about her breakfast.

Mrs. Weasley was bustling about in the kitchen, using her wand to stir-fry the food in the pan while turning to glare at the twins. "You two, don't make me kick you out! There's still cleaning to do later!"

Harry and Ron sat at the table, yawning endlessly as they listlessly chewed their toast.

"It's our turn to clean the sitting room today, right?" Harry poked at the bacon on his plate with his fork, sounding utterly unenthusiastic.

"Yeah." Ron covered his face miserably. "I swear, if I come across another old cabinet hiding venomous spiders, I'm blowing it up on the spot."

Harry sighed and exchanged a look with Ron. Both their faces were