to Diagon Alley this afternoon and get your books while you're packing. Ron, I'll have to get you more pyjamas, these are at least six inches too short, I can't believe how fast you're growing ... what colour would you like?鈥�
鈥楪et him red and gold to match his badge,鈥�said George, smirking.
鈥楳atch his what?鈥�said Mrs. Weasley absently, rolling up a pair of maroon socks and placing them on Ron's pile.
鈥楬is badge,鈥�said Fred, with the air of getting the worst over quickly. 鈥楬is lovely shiny new prefect's badge.鈥�
Fred's words took a moment to penetrate Mrs. Weasley's preoccupation with pyjamas.
鈥楬is ... but ... Ron, you're not...?鈥�
Ron held up his badge.
Mrs. Weasley let out a shriek just like Hermione's.
鈥業 don't believe it! I don't believe it! Oh, Ron, how wonderful! A prefect! That's everyone in the family!鈥�
鈥榃hat are Fred and I, next-door neighbours?鈥�said George indignantly, as his mother pushed him aside and flung her arms around her youngest son.
鈥榃ait until your father hears! Ron, I'm so proud of
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