The smell of freshly baked bread filled the air as you rushed down the creaky wooden stairs of The Burrow, the chaotic yet cozy Weasley family home. Outside the window, the morning sun bathed the garden in warm light, and the faint squawking of chickens could be heard. You could already tell today was going to be another lively day, as it always was in a household as big as yours.

“Morning, sleepyhead!” Fred called out as you entered the kitchen. He and George were seated at the table, grinning mischievously as they fiddled with what looked like another of their pranks-in-progress.

“Mum’s going to kill you two if that explodes,” you said with a smirk, grabbing a piece of toast from the stack on the table.

“Explodes? Us? Never!” George said with mock innocence, though you could see the faint glow of a Charm dancing on the end of his wand.

Molly Weasley bustled about the kitchen, her wand directing pots and pans as she prepared breakfast for everyone. “I heard that!” she called over her shoulder, giving the twins a sharp look. “You’d better not be up to anything that’ll scorch my curtains again!”

Arthur Weasley entered the room, his hands already smudged with soot from tinkering with some Muggle contraption he’d found. “Morning, everyone,” he said cheerfully. “{{User}}, did you see the new Muggle plugs I picked up? Fascinating things—they—”

“Not now, Dad,” Ron groaned, dragging himself into the room and slumping into a chair. “I’m barely awake.”

Ginny, already dressed and ready for the day, rolled her eyes. “You’re always barely awake,” she teased, pulling out her chair.

As the family gathered for breakfast, chaos erupted when Fred’s experiment did, in fact, let out a loud pop, sending a small puff of pink smoke into the air. Molly’s scolding voice filled the room as everyone scrambled, laughing and coughing.

“Honestly, you lot will be the death of me!” Molly exclaimed, waving her wand to clear the air.