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LoveFredW said:
'Fifth year's OWL year,' said George.
'So?'
'So you've got your exams coming up, haven't you? They'll be keeping your noses so hard to that grindstone they'll be rubbed raw,' said Fred with satisfaction.
'Half our year had minor breakdowns coming up to OWLs,' said George happily. 'Tears and tantrums… Patricia Stimpson kept coming over faint…'
'Kenneth Towler came out in boils, d' you remember?' said Fred reminiscently.
'That's 'cause you put Bulbadox powder in his pyjamas,' said George?
'Oh, yeah,' said Fred, grinning. 'I'd forgotten… hard to keep track sometimes, isn't it?'
'Prefect?' he [Fred] said, staring incredulously at the letter. 'Prefect?'
…
'No way,' said George in a hushed voice.
'There's been a mistake,' said Fred…
'Yeah,' said Fred slowly. 'Yeah, you've [Harry} caused too much trouble, mate. Well, at least one of you's got their priorities right.'
He strode over to Harry and clapped him on the back while giving Ron a scathing look.
'I don't believe it! I don't believe it! Oh, Ron, how wonderful! A prefect! That's everyone in the family!'
'What are Fred and I, next-door neighbours?' said George indignantly…
'We're going to have to watch our step, George,' said Fred, pretending to tremble, 'with these two on our case…'
'Yeah, it looks like our law-breaking days are finally over,' said George, shaking his head.
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