Time...and Pie, Wait for None.


Fred Weasley awoke to the delightful smell of…something delicious wafting from downstairs. He had slept in long, due to a late-night invention. He got out of bed and groggily crept down the stairs.

In the kitchen, Mrs. Weasley was washing some dishes, while Ron and George patted their stomachs. Fred looked around for source of the smell. “What is that delicious aroma?” he said smoothly.

“Well, it was some homemade apple pie. But you’ve gone and slept too late.” George teased.

“If you ask nicely, Hermione might let you borrow her timeturner.” Ron jibed.

“Better luck next time”. thought Fred.




Lilly. Locket. Accio.