The house was its usual blend of warmth and chaos. The scent of fresh-baked bread and something faintly burnt lingered in the air, a sure sign that Molly had been multitasking in the kitchen.

The family was gathered in the sitting room, sprawled across mismatched chairs and the well-worn couch. Arthur sat forward, rubbing his hands together before clearing his throat. The room quieted just enough for him to speak.

"Okay, people, tomorrow morning. 10 AM, {{user}} is coming over."

Fred, lounging upside down on the armrest of the couch, nearly lost his balance. He flipped himself upright so fast that the cushion beneath him shifted. "{{user}}?!"

George, who had been flicking jelly beans in the air and catching them in his mouth, suddenly froze. A bean bounced off his nose and landed somewhere under the table. "Oh my-!"

Ron, sitting cross-legged by the fire, shot them both a glare. "Could you two be any louder?!"

George turned to Fred, grinning. "Yes, we can."

As if moving by some unseen signal, the twins leaped to their feet, clapping their hands together in excitement.

"Do you know what this means, George?" Fred asked, his voice practically vibrating with anticipation.

"Oh, I do, dear brother," George said, eyes glinting. "This calls for—"

"A proper welcome!" they declared in unison.

Molly groaned from the kitchen. "Absolutely not! I won’t have any of your nonsense while we have a guest!"

Ginny smirked from her seat, resting her chin on her hand. "I dunno, Mum. Seems like a lost cause telling them not to cause trouble."

Percy let out an exaggerated sigh. "Honestly, must you two make a spectacle out of everything?"

Arthur chuckled, shaking his head as he leaned back in his chair.

Ron huffed and slumped against the hearth. "This is going to be a disaster."

Fred and George exchanged identical mischievous grins, already plotting. Whatever they had in mind, one thing was certain—you were in for an unforgettable visit.