Fred's words took a moment to penetrate Mrs. clarisonic store Weasley's preoccupation with pyjamas.
‘His ... but ... Ron, you're not...?’
Ron held up his badge.
Mrs. Weasley let out a shriek just like Hermione's.
‘I don't believe it! I don't believe it! Oh, Ron, how wonderful! A prefect! That's everyone in the family!’
‘What are Fred and I, next-door neighbours?’ said George indignantly, as his mother pushed him aside and flung her arms around her youngest son.
‘Wait until your father hears! Ron, I'm so proud of you, what wonderful news, you could end up Head Boy just like Bill and Percy, it's the first step! Oh, what a thing to happen in the middle of all this worry, I'm just thrilled, oh, Ronnie—’
Fred and George were both making loud retching noises behind her back but Mrs. Weasley did not notice; arms tight around Ron's neck, she was kissing him all over his face, which had turned a brighter scarlet than his badge.
‘Mum ... don't ... Mum, get a grip....’ he muttered, trying to push her away.
She let go of him and said breathlessly, ‘Well, what will it be? We gave Percy an owl, but you've already got one, of course.’
‘W-what do you mean?’ said Ron, looking as though he did not dare believe his ears.
‘You've got to have a reward for this!’ said Mrs. Weasley fondly. ‘How about a nice new set of dress robes?’