Harry awoke the next morning in the living room. it appears he was so tired he bunked out. Groggily, Harry stood, and began his walk to the kitchen.
"OW! OOH, JEESH! AHHRGH!" He heard. He looked down, to see Ron's hand under his shoe. He retracted his foot.
"Bloody heck, Harry!" Ron said, standing and stretching.
"That was one party, I say..." Ron said, to which Harry replied with a nod. They made their way to the kitchen. Harry took out a glass of water- and it tasted like liquified Heaven. He sat at the table. Then everyone started coming down- Hermione first, who went over to Ron and hugged him, something that happened every morning. Mrs Weasley came next, conjuring up some food. Harry accepted it, thanking her, and dug in. Then came George, who nearly scared Ron out of his skin.
"I technically won last night at the party...." George said. Ron nearly had a go at him.
George sat next to Harry, taking out a small little bottle.
"Open it, Harry." George whispered, smiling. Harry opened it up, and flew backwards.
Multicolored foam, as if from a bubble bath, came from the bottle, only didn't stop. It spread and spread and spread, until the door burst open and let it out onto the lawn.
"GEORGE WEASLEY!!!!!!" Yelled Mrs Weasley. He ran from the house unti lhe was pulled back in by a spell.