Harry Potter 05 - Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

figures always attract trouble, but I suppose Dumbledore thinks you can withstand most major jinxes or he wouldn’t have appointed you …’
    Ron looked rather startled at this view of the matter but was saved the trouble of responding by the arrival of his father and eldest brother. Mrs Weasley was in such a good mood she did not even complain that they had brought Mundungus with them; he was wearing a long overcoat that seemed oddly lumpy in unlikely places and declined the offer to remove it and put it with Moody’s travelling cloak.
    ‘Well, I think a toast is in order,’ said Mr Weasley, when everyone had a drink. He raised his goblet. ‘To Ron and Hermione, the new Gryffindor prefects!’
    Ron and Hermione beamed as everyone drank to them, and then applauded.
    ‘I was never a prefect myself,’ said Tonks brightly from behind Harry as everybody moved towards the table to help themselves to food. Her hair was tomato red and waist-length today; she looked like Ginny’s older sister. ‘My Head of House said I lacked certain necessary qualities.’
    ‘Like what?’ said Ginny, who was choosing a baked potato.
    ‘Like the ability to behave myself,’ said Tonks.
    Ginny laughed; Hermione looked as though she did not know whether to smile or not and compromised by taking an extra large gulp of Butterbeer and choking on it.
    ‘What about you, Sirius?’ Ginny asked, thumping Hermione on the back.
    Sirius, who was right beside Harry, let out his usual bark-like laugh.
    ‘No one would have made me a prefect, I spent too much time in detention with James. Lupin was the good boy, he got the badge.’
    ‘I think Dumbledore might have hoped I would be able to exercise some control over my best friends,’ said Lupin. ‘I need scarcely say that I failed dismally.’
    Harry’s mood suddenly lifted. His father had not been a prefect either. All at once the party seemed much more enjoyable; he loaded up his plate, feeling doubly fond of everyone in the room.
    Ron was rhapsodising about his new broom to anybody who would listen.
    ‘… nought to seventy in ten seconds, not bad, is it? When you think the Comet Two Ninety’s only nought to sixty and that’s with a decent tailwind according to Which Broomstick? ’
    Hermione was talking very earnestly to Lupin about her view of elf rights.
    ‘I mean, it’s the same kind of nonsense as werewolf segregation, isn’t it? It all stems from this horrible thing wizards have of thinking they’re superior to other creatures …’
    Mrs Weasley and Bill were having their usual argument about Bill’s hair.
    ‘… getting really out of hand, and you’re so good-looking, it would look much better shorter, wouldn’t it, Harry?’
    ‘Oh – I dunno –’ said Harry, slightly alarmed at being asked his opinion; he slid away from them in the direction of Fred and George, who were huddled in a corner with Mundungus.
    Mundungus stopped talking when he saw Harry, but Fred winked and beckoned Harry closer.
    ‘It’s OK,’ he told Mundungus, ‘we can trust Harry, he’s our financial backer.’
    ‘Look what Dung’s got us,’ said George, holding out his hand to Harry. It was full of what looked like shrivelled black pods. A faint rattling noise was coming from them, even though they were completely stationary.
    ‘Venomous Tentacula seeds,’ said George. ‘We need them for the Skiving Snackboxes but they’re a Class C Non-Tradeable Substance so we’ve been having a bit of trouble getting hold of them.’
    ‘Ten Galleons the lot, then, Dung?’ said Fred.
    ‘Wiv all the trouble I went to to get ’em?’ said Mundungus, his saggy, bloodshot eyes stretching even wider. ‘I’m sorry, lads, but I’m not taking a Knut under twenty.’
    ‘Dung likes his little joke,’ Fred said to Harry.
    ‘Yeah, his best one so far has been six Sickles for a bag of Knarl quills,’ said George.
    ‘Be careful,’ Harry warned them quietly.
    ‘What?’ said Fred. ‘Mum’s busy cooing over Prefect Ron, we’re OK.’
    ‘But Moody could have his eye on you,’ Harry pointed out.
    Mundungus looked nervously over his shoulder.
    ‘Good point, that,’ he grunted. ‘All right, lads, ten it is, if you’ll take ’em quick.’
    ‘Cheers, Harry!’ said Fred delightedly, when Mundungus had emptied his pockets into the twins’ outstretched hands and scuttled off towards the food. ‘We’d better get these upstairs …’
    Harry watched them go, feeling slightly uneasy. It had just