Babysitters for the WeasleysBabysitters for the Weasleys4 years ago in Short Stories
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"Percy! Fred! George!" called Molly Weasley.
She was holding her youngest child, Ginny, while her second youngest, Ron, was clinging to her leg. Percy, Fred, and George Weasley all ran down the stairs, pushing each other, racing to get to the bottom. Fred reached the bottom first, or was it George? No one could ever tell. Molly even put the letters of their first names on their shirts. Still, they wore each other's clothes. Percy, on the other hand, had reached the bottom last, tripping on the bottom steps. His square glasses jumped off his face, and he searched frantically for them before Molly took pity on him and got them herself.
"Percy, Fred, George, I have already told Ginny and Ron, but I have to run out. Charlie and Bill are at Hogwarts, and your father is at work. I have hired babysitters," she explained. Percy, Fred, and George groaned.
"But Mum--" whined Fred.
"--we don't like babysitters--" whined George.
"--and say we're bad--"
"--and give us punishments