It was five o'clock in the morning, and no matter how hard he tried, George couldn't get back to sleep.
He lay awake staring at the ceiling, wondering why he couldn't sleep, until he remembered it was his birthday.
And he and his twin had made it a habit to wake up unusually early on their birthdays, just so that they could spend the next two hours setting up a ridiculously elaborate prank.
Needless to say, when he and Fred started the shop, they didn't do that anymore.
Not every year, at least.
He stared out of his bedroom window.
Twenty one years old. Three years he'd had the shop. Three years he'd had the flat. Three years he'd been without Fred.
He got up to turn the lights on, and crashed into the wall.
"Ow!"
Rubbing his forehead with one hand, he groped for the light switch, and eventually found it.
On the wall he had run into, was a picture frame. So THAT'S why it had hurt more than usual. It was amazing the glass hadn't cracked.
It was a picture of him and Fred when they had were ten. Fred was covering his face in his hands, while George was grinning at Fred's stupid haircut. Which he had as well.
The only reason he was grinning was because of karma.
George came out of the kitchen, his hair newly cut. He wanted to pull a pillowcase over his head, or better yet, hide in his room until his hair grew long again.
Or at least hide before Fred came inside.
As he was thinking of asking Bill or Charlie for help, he heard the door open and close.
He froze. MOOOOOVE! he willed himself. MOOOOOVE!
But he didn't, and when Fred came into the living room, he doubled over with laughter.
"What happened to your head? No, don't tell me- you fell in love, didn't you?"
George glowered at his twin. "Shut up, you git."
Fred snickered, "C'mon, who is it? Or is Mum just punishing you?" He walked over to George and held up a strand of hair.
"This is so short!"
"Don't touch my head!"
Fred howled with laughter again. "You look like a complete sod!"
"Shut up!"
"Are you two fighting again?" Molly walked out of the kitchen, still holding the scissors. "Oh good, Fred's in. Come along, dear."
Fred froze, and George grinned. "What's wrong, Fred?"
"You mean I have to-"
"Oh, this is ridiculous!" Molly grabbed her son's arm and dragged him towards the kitchen, ignoring his protests.
"You need a haircut!"
"But, Mum, I LIKE my hair long!"
"You're going to have a haircut whether you like it or not!"
In living room, George smiled. Even if you didn't do it yourself, revenge was sooo sweet.
George grinned and got dressed.
As he walked out the door, he thought he heard someone laugh.
He paused. And slowly looked up.
There, floating above him, was a bucket. And judging from the splash mark on the side, it was full of water.
KER-SPLASH!
The bucket missed him, fortunately, but the water didn't.
He noticed the note. Every inch was covered with tape, so it hadn't gotten wet, and it read,
Happy Birthday, George!
Even though it was ME who did it, consider that as nineteen years of revenge from Ron. I'm not sure if I did it correctly though... Muggle pranks really suck.
Leone
George grinned and used the Tergio spell to siphon all the water off of him.
This. Meant. War.
A/N: And by this means war, he means he turned all of Leone's clothes hot pink and didn't change them back to normal until Leone threatened to draw a heart on his forehead with a equally pink sharpie. While he slept. So that she freaks him out. XD Glowered is my new favorite word. YEEEAAAH! Anyhoo, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, FRED AND GEORGE! :3 I DON'T DO PRANKS. UNLESS ITS TO MY LITTLE BROTHER.
Review! Now if you excuse me, I'm going to paint my little brother's toes pink. (I HATE PINK! XD)