Ron, Fred and George snuck out to help you out of your muggle house because you weren’t responding to Ron’s letters, he knew something was up. They’d arrived back but were caught by Mrs Weasley who had a go at her son’s before inviting you inside.

You’d sat down in a seat next to Ron, with the twins opposite as Mrs Weasley insisted.

She was clattering around, cooking breakfast a little haphazardly, throwing dirty looks at her sons as she threw sausages into the frying pan. Every now and then she muttered things like, ‘don’t know what you were thinking of’ and ‘never would’ve believed it’.

“i don’t blame you dear.” she assured you, plating up for everyone, “Arthur and i have been worried about you, too. Just last night we were saying if you didn’t write back to Ron by Friday we’d come and get you ourselves.”

“it was cloudy, mum!” said Fred, when he heard his mum complain about how they could’ve been caught, and a Muggle seeing the flying car.

“you keep your mouth closed while your eating!” she snapped.

“you should’ve seen em mum! locked her in her room and everythin’ bars on the window , whole lot.” George continued.

“and you!” said Mrs Weasley, but her expression softened slightly at the words.