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Merry Christmas,” said George. “Don’t go downstairs for a bit.””Why not?” said Ron.”Mum’s crying again,” said Fred heavily. “Percy sent back his Christmas jumper.” [I guess that’s a sweater, though my jury is still out on it until I get a future confirmation.]”Without a not,” added George. “Hasn’t asked how Dad is or visit him [in the hospital] or anything…””We tried to comfort her,” said Fred, moving around the bed to look at Harry’s portrait. “Told her Percy’s nothing but a humongous pile of rat droppings–“”–didn’t work,” said George, helping himself to a Chocolate Frog. “So Lupin took over. Best let him cheer her up before we go down for breakfast, I reckon.
