"That's my rain coat and galoshes!" Ron shouted.

"As long as you've got some on! We've got to get going." his mother replied.

"Get got, Ronald." quipped Fred.

"You've get to go gotting." said George matter-of-factly.

"What?" asked Ginny, who just walked within earshot.

"Nothing dear. Are you ready to go?"

"That's what I said."

"Last clothes of mine he borrowed still smelled after 3 cleaning charms."

"Ron!"

"I think that's more a testament to your magical ability than anything else."

Outraged, Ron waited for them to turn around before covertly reaching for his wand in the strange coat's pocket.

"I'll show you magical ability..." he muttered under his breath.

Ginny noticed him take out the wand; her eyes widened. "Ron! What are you doing?!" she whispered urgently.

Ron didn't listen. He took aim at Fred and began reciting that dubious incantation from heart. The one he'd tried 1000 times, but still never managed to switch Scabber's ass and face around. It *would* work this time. It had to...

Around 15 seconds later, Molly glanced behind her just in time to see her son's wand glowing brighter and brighter pink in the middle of a muggle train station.

"RONALD WEASLEY!"

All heads turned as a white-hot glowing orb shot off Ron's wand. The orb cleanly missed Fred by about 6 feet and went some length down the hallway before striking a man about to board a train.

Everyone stared back and forth as pink smoke billowed endlessly out of Ron's wand.

At first the man was just jostled by the blast, and looked around confused. But soon he hollered frantically as all his facial features and asshole slowly migrated across the surface of his skin to the opposite positions.

Mrs. Weasley gave Ron a look that could kill and growled something indistinguishable before running to apologize profusely to the poor muggle.

Ginny buried her head in her hands as a smile crept across Ron's face. It *wasn't* a fake charm! He'd really done it!

Fred walked up and patted Ron on the shoulder.

"I'm not even mad you tried to switch my face and arse around, how did you manage to get that charm to work?"

"We just assumed it was fake because of how long and stupid it was!" cheered George.

"You do realize you're fucked, mate." said Fred as they watched the man's asshole creeping up his neck. His screams were more muffled now as his mouth had migrated beneath his trousers.

Ron knew he was fucked, but this was undoubtedly his day in the sun.