Author Note: I'm getting organised today since a lot of my stories don't actually seem to be on . This was originally written for kentish_queen on 13/02/08.
Superior Stock
Fred watched the owl as it swooped through the window of the flat above WWW, dropped a rather official-looking letter on top of his toast, turned its beak up at a strip of bacon and flew out again.
"That is the MLE seal," George said as he sat down opposite his twin.
They both eyed the letter with all the trepidation given to smoking howlers from their mum.
"We haven't done anything though," said Fred, "right?"
"Unless you count the miniature punching telescope we slipped into Kingsley's bag at the last Order meeting," George said carefully.
"Or the Canary Creams we gave Dad to share out at the office," Fred added thoughtfully.
"The poster of the Weird Sisters in the nude that we stuck in the visitors' phone box entrance..."
"The joke cauldrons we switched with some of the ones Percy was testing..."
"The items of interest we've sent Perfect Percy in the post..."
"Setting up our own shop containing items of a dubious nature..."
"Nothing really."
Fred nodded decisively. "Absolutely nothing."
They stared at the envelope a little longer.
"Well, open it," George said eventually.
"Me?"
"It landed in your toast, oh brave Gryffindor brother of mine."
Fred stuck his tongue out at his twin, then quickly ripped open the envelope, unfolded the letter and placed it in the middle of the table so they could both read it at once.
"Are you reading what I'm reading?" Fred asked after a minute.
"That we have in actual fact done absolutely nothing?"
"That some git stole our identities to market his own second rate prank products."
"Ah, that bit." George looked up from the letter. "They say he's been caught, punished and released back into society."
Fred pushed his plate of toast to one side and leaned forward with his arms resting on the table. "What do you think about paying him a little visit?"
"Purely to educated him on what the original, superior stock provided by experienced pranksters actually looks like?" George asked, wearing a grin that any member of the Weasley family would be deeply suspicious of.
"Exactly."
"Well we do have some additions to the Skiving Snackboxes that need testing."