"You were meant to!" Ginny called out over her shoulder. "Besides it's true!" A though occurred to her and she spun around after giving Neville a mischievous grin.
"Y'know. Mum was looking for you pair earlier." She said casually. "I think she needed help with things inside."
"Ah, but sister mine," George said with a smile.
"Technically, we don't live here anymore."
"So we're not obligated to help with these sorts of things."
"We're guests now."
"Oh?" Ginny said, raising an eyebrow. "You're guests, are you?" She nodded in understanding and turned to Neville. "They're guests. So...I mean, they probably won't mind a bit if we call Mum out here to let her know that they aren't obligated to help her."
"Wait." Fred said, giving a slightly panicked look over to George.
"I mean, if you're guests. You can just tell Mum as much and I'm sure she'll understand, right? I'll just give a holler and you can set her straight." Ginny drew a deep breath as if she were preparing to shout.
"STOP!" Both of the twins jumped towards her in unison in a desperate attempt to silence their sister.
"What? What's the problem?" Ginny asked, feigning innocence. "I thought that guests didn't have to help or answer to Mum?" She turned back to Neville. "Isn't that what they said?"