[All characters belong to J.K Rowling, a brilliantly wonderful woman with such a creative mind. I, in no way, own any of the characters. Short story about Fred and George, age 7. Rated K, for all ages.]

"Fred! I have a brilliant idea!" George yelled. He held up a big empty balloon.

"What is it?" Fred asked excitedly.

"Fill this with pain and we'll toss it around the room!" Fred nodded at George and filled the balloon with the only colour paint they had, green. Fred filled it until it was close to bursting. George picked it up and held it, excited to throw it across their bedroom over to Fred.

"Ready Freddie?" George asked.

Fred nodded quickly and George tossed the large balloon at Fred. Fred caught the balloon with ease and smiled, tossing it back to George. George caught it, smiling brightly at how well this was going. George tossed it back at Fred, Fred noticed a bit of green pain squirt from the balloon and across the ceiling.

"It's gonna pop!" Fred screamed as it came closer to him.

"You gotta catch it!" George yelled back.

Fred felt the balloon hit his arms, he felt something cold, thick and wet. Before he could scream the balloon popped and splattered paint all over Fred. He was covered from head to toe in the paint. George stared at Fred, wide eyed.

"F-Fred…y-your hair!" George whispered.

George shoved a mirror toward his twin and Fred screamed at his reflection.

"I-I'm green! I'm green!" he shouted as Molly rushed into the room, after hearing all the commotion. The twins looked at her and as she stared back at them in shock.

"W-What…happe—" was all Molly was able to say before fainting and falling backwards into the hallway.

"M-Mum?" the twins said in unison, before running to get help from their father.