"I never thought that your missing ear could look worse, but age has proven me wrong!"
"Like your liver spots make you the most attractive bloke!"
Fred lunged to placed George in a headlock. "If I did have liver spots - which I don't, you wanker - you'd have ones to match, dearest Forge."
"Don't start that again!" Angelina appeared around the corner of the kitchen, her dish towel brandished at the men scrabbling on the living room floor as dictatorially as a wand. "You two turn thirty eight today not ninety eight and are acting like you're not even old enough for Hogwarts! Honestly!"
As soon as Angelina disappeared back around the corner of the kitchen, after glaring at them into what appeared to be submission, George reached out to shove Fred once more.
"You'd be the first to get them anyway. You're older."
Fred's serious look, for the benefit of George's wife, melted instantly. "And that's why I get to blow out the candles this year."
"Absolutely not!" George's voice was a stage whisper, not willing to risk Angelina's wrath for the second time in as many minutes.
The twins grappled as quietly as possible, all knees and elbows askew, before Bill arrived with Fleur and bodily towed them apart. The effort was short lived. Two on one was hardly fair, but Fleur made no move to assist, a quiet smile on her face as she brought Louis into the other room to assist her sister-in-laws in creating the massive feast to feed the entire Weasley clan.
Whenever the school's Easter holidays fell on the twin's birthday it ballooned into a barely controlled frenzy of celebration. The days leading to April Fool's were the busiest of the year for the shop, and they vacationed on the day of to participate in their own pranks.
"Bloody hell!" erupted from the next room at the same time as a painful whump as Bill likely fell over from the sheer weight of his brothers. Even the added werewolf-like strength couldn't stop the two.