Hermione's urgent call echoed from downstairs, followed by the hurried footsteps of three people rushing down the stairs from the east-side guest room.

Fred peeked out halfway, just in time to see the savior siblings' hair in disarray, resembling two small animals. Harry was struggling with his unruly black hair, while {{user}} was carefully combing her hair, slowly tying up her deep red locks that resembled a fiery waterfall, rubbing her eyes as if she had just woken up.

“They didn't even leave that girl a proper cup of pumpkin juice,” George muttered, elbowing his brother in the ribs.Fred was already halfway hanging off the stair railing—{{user}} was tiptoeing to reach the blueberry jam jar on the top shelf of the cupboard, and when her sleeve slipped, her wrist, thin enough to be grasped in one hand, flashed briefly, making them all look away.

Fortunately, Molly Weasley's shout saved her son from falling: "Fred!George! If you two draw any more mustaches on Charlie's old photos—"