(I'll go for both twins for a bit until George can jump back in.)
The house was too quiet, and the boys made sure they were first and last in, but even coming in and letting the door close, it was like being wrapped up in quiet and not being able to breathe.
Fred hated it.
He moved with the girls into the front room, looking around. It looked like no one had been here in a while, but nothing looked like it had been torn apart, either. He figured that was a good sign.