"Welcome." Mrs. Weasley hurried out of the kitchen, wiped her two pairs of large hands on her apron, and gave Su Er and Hermione warm hugs.
"Hello, Mrs. Weasley. Sorry for dropping in unannounced."
"No need to be so polite. Just make yourselves at home." Mrs. Weasley laughed heartily. "Are you hungry? I just made a batch of pumpkin pasties. Would you like some juice?"
Su Er had already caught the rich, sweet scent of pumpkin, and his stomach rumbled.
"Oh, I'll have some, then." Su Er scratched his head sheepishly.
"I made them for you, after all," Mrs. Weasley said with a smile, before turning to the brothers standing beside them and saying irritably,
"George, Fred, why haven't you taken Su Er and Hermione to sit at the table yet? I believe I taught you how to entertain guests?"
"Oh, we know, Mum," Fred said helplessly. "Let us save a little face in front of our friends."
"If you would behave yourselves instead of messing about with all that nonsense..." Mrs. Weasley said sternly. "Look at your O.W.L.s results. They're an absolute disgrace! If only you gave me half as little trouble as Percy!"
"Percy and Bill are enough to keep up the family's reputation. Let us do something of our own," George muttered.
"Something of your own?" Mrs. Weasley snorted. "Do you mean that pile of ridiculous order forms in your room? I've warned you time and again. I won't allow you to do this!"
Fred and George hung their heads without a word.
"Stop telling Fred and George off and get our guests something to eat, Mum." One of the red-haired boys sitting on the sofa came over, took Mrs. Weasley by the shoulders, and turned her toward the kitchen. Then he grinned and held out a