Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. Дж. К. Роулинг

rise from his chair.

      ‘Molly, you’re not the only person at this table who cares about Harry,’ said Lupin sharply. ‘Sirius, sit down.’

      Mrs Weasley’s lower lip was trembling. Sirius sank slowly back into his chair, his face white.

      ‘I think Harry ought to be allowed a say in this,’ Lupin continued, ‘he’s old enough to decide for himself.’

      ‘I want to know what’s been going on,’ Harry said at once.

      He did not look at Mrs Weasley. He had been touched by what she had said about his being as good as a son, but he was also impatient with her mollycoddling. Sirius was right, he was not a child.

      ‘Very well,’ said Mrs Weasley, her voice cracking. ‘Ginny – Ron – Hermione – Fred – George – I want you out of this kitchen, now.’ There was instant uproar. ‘We’re of age!’ Fred and George bellowed together. ‘If Harry’s allowed, why can’t I?’ shouted Ron. ‘Mum, I want to hear!’ wailed Ginny. ‘NO!’ shouted Mrs Weasley, standing up, her eyes overbright. ‘I absolutely forbid —’

      ‘Molly, you can’t stop Fred and George,’ said Mr Weasley wearily. ‘They are of age.’

      ‘They’re still at school.’

      ‘But they’re legally adults now,’ said Mr Weasley, in the same tired voice.

      Mrs Weasley was now scarlet in the face.

      ‘I – oh, all right then, Fred and George can stay, but Ron —’

      ‘Harry’ll tell me and Hermione everything you say anyway!’ said Ron hotly. ‘Won’t – won’t you?’ he added uncertainly, meeting Harry’s eyes.

      For a split second, Harry considered telling Ron that he wouldn’t tell him a single word, that he could try a taste of being kept in the dark and see how he liked it. But the nasty impulse vanished as they looked at each other.

      ‘Course I will,’ Harry said.Ron and Hermione beamed.‘Fine!’ shouted Mrs Weasley. ‘Fine! Ginny – BED!’