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"Guaranteed ten-second pimple vanisher," said Fred. "Excellent on everything from boils to blackheads, but don't change the subject. Are you or are you not currently going out with a boy called Dean Thomas." "Yes, I am," said Ginny. "And last time I looked, he was definitely one boy, not five.
What are those." She was pointing at a number of round balls of fluff in shades of pink and purple, all rolling around the bottom of a cage and emitting high-pitched squeaks.
"Pygmy Puffs," said George. "Miniature puffskeins, we can’t breed them fast enough.
So what about Michael Corner." "I dumped him, he was a bad loser," said Ginny, putting a finger through the bars of the cage and watching the Pygmy Puffs crowd around it. "They're really cute!" "They're fairly cuddly, yes," conceded Fred. "But you're moving through boyfriends a bit fast, aren't you." Ginny turned to look at him, her hands on her hips. There was such a Mrs. Weasley-ish glare on her face that Harry was surprised Fred didn't recoil.
"It's none of your business. And I'll thank you'' she added angrily to Ron, who had just appeared at George's elbow, laden with merchandise, "not to tell tales about me to these two!" "That's three Galleons, nine Sickles, and a Knut," said Fred, examining the many boxes in Ron's arms. "Cough up." "I'm your brother!" "And that's our stuff you're nicking. Three Galleons, nine Sickles. I'll knock off the Knut." "But I haven't got three Galleons, nine Sickles!" "You'd better put it back then, and mind you put it on the right shelves." Ron dropped several boxes, swore, and made a rude hand gesture at Fred that was unfortunately spotted by Mrs. Weasley, who had chosen that moment to appear.
"If I see you do that again I'll jinx your fingers together," she said sharply.
"Mum, can I have a Pygmy Puff." said Ginny at once.
"A what." said Mrs. Weasley warily.
"Look, they're so sweet..."
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