" Merry Christmas," said George. " Don't go downstairs for a bit." " Why not?" said Ron." Mum's crying again," said Fred heavily. " Percy sent back his Christmas jumper." [I guess that's a sweater, though my jury is still out on it until I get a future confirmation.]" Without a not," added George. " Hasn't asked how Dad is or visit him [in the hospital] or anything..." " We tried to comfort her," said Fred, moving around the bed to look at Harry's portrait. " Told her Percy's nothing but a humongous pile of rat droppings--" " --didn't work," said George, helping himself to a Chocolate Frog. " So Lupin took over. Best let him cheer her up before we go down for breakfast, I reckon. "