"All right, children, we need to head back. We still have to pick up Harry later!" Mr. Weasley announced with a beaming smile, happily cradling the new bread maker Jerry had given him.
They stepped into the fireplace one by one and headed for the Burrow.
Jerry stood in the fireplace with his arms pressed tightly against his sides, watching countless fireplaces flash past like shooting stars, almost too fast for his eyes to follow. A strange dizziness gradually washed over him, forcing him to squeeze his eyes shut against the nauseating spinning sensation. He nearly lost his footing and fell flat on his face.
Once he had steadied himself, Jerry looked around, taking in the cozy surroundings of the Burrow. He noticed Ron sitting beside a wooden table polished to a mirror shine. Beside him sat two red-haired young men Jerry had never met, both waiting with friendly expressions.
"Jerry, let me introduce you," Ron said with a smile, hurrying over to support the rather disheveled Jerry. "These are my brothers, Bill and Charlie!"
"Are you all right?" The young man closer to Jerry—Charlie—gave him a warm smile and held out a broad, strong hand. A large burn scar marked his arm. "I'm Charlie. Ron and George have told me about you for ages. It's great to finally meet you!"
Charlie had a build much like the twins, George and Fred, and was stockier and more muscular than Percy and Ron.
Bill then stood and shook Jerry's hand as well. He looked different from the other Weasley brothers, his long hair neatly tied into a ponytail that hung down the back of his head. He wore an elegant earring with a small, fan-shaped ornament dangling from it, swaying gently as he moved, as though he were at a rock