A/N: For the Jigsaw Challenge (100), House Points Competition (Slytherin), Potions Competition (Boil Cure), Gemstone Competition (Topaz), and If You Dare (28. Spitting Image)

"Hey, George," Fred says, sitting across from his brother, the signature Weasley twin grin tugging at his lips, a sure sign that he's up to something. "You should wear my jumper today, pretend to be me."

George can't help but to mirror his twin's expression. The old switching identities trick. The two of them have used it several times, always producing amusing results. "And what did you do now?" he chuckles.

"Nothing," Fred says, pretending to be offended. But he answers too quickly. "I just think it'd be a laugh. A good way to make the weekend interesting."

George doesn't quite believe him. There's something in Fred's voice that doesn't ring true. Still, the weekend has been far too quiet. What's the worst that can happen?

Shrugging, he pulls the jumper over his head, smoothing it out and examining the bold F over his chest. "Well? How do I look?"

Fred smirks, studying his twin for a moment. "Not nearly as handsome as me, but that's to be expected," he teases, pulling George's jumper on in turn. "But you'll do."

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The day passes with little incident. As George wanders the corridor in search of anything to do, he starts to believe that maybe the switch really had been performed just for laughs... Until the angry voice cuts through the air.

"Oi! Weasley!"

He turns, taking a reflexive step back as a fuming Angelina storms toward him. "What did I do?" he asks, knowing from experience that the Chaser is downright lethal while cross.

"Like you don't know. What, did you take a forgetfulness potion this morning?" she spits, sarcastic venom dripping from her words.

"Angelina, I honestly don't-"

Her hand cracks across his face, and when she pulls away, she's trembling, blinking back tears. "You stood me up. Don't you dare try to make excuses!"

"I..." Slowly, realization sinks in. Fred's date the day before at Hogsmeade. He'd said that it had gone swimmingly.

Now, George realizes he should have known better. Who the hell uses swimmingly to describe a date with a girl he's crazy about?

"I'm sorry."

The girl snorts, eyes narrowing. "Save it for someone who cares," she says sharply, turning on her heel and hurrying off, leaving a thoroughly stunned Weasley twin in her wake.

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"Something you wanna tell me, Freddie?" George asks, rubbing his still stinging cheek.

Fred is rubbish at wearing innocence. With a too forced sweet smile, he leans back in his chair. "Dunno what you're talking about."

"Angelina caught up with me."

"Ah. That."

George clenches his jaw, trying to steady himself. Ah? That's all Fred can say? George has unwillingly taken the fall for him, and he's just going to sit there so casually? "You stood her up and let me take the blame," he grinds out. "For laughs."

His twin slumps forward, shoulders sagging. "Yes...and no," he mutters, refusing to meet George's gaze.

"Bollocks. You knew what you were doing."

With a sigh, Fred looks up, pointedly staring at a spot over George's shoulder. "I did," he confirms. "But not for laughs. I couldn't face her. I panicked because things were getting serious. I don't do serious."

His anger receding, George kneels in front of Fred, forcing their eyes to meet. "You should have told me."

"I know. I'm sorry."

Silence.

"George... Say something."

"It's okay," George says with a crooked grin.

"It is?"

"Yeah. See, I might have set off a few Dungbombs in front of McGonagall," George says carefully.

"You what?"

"You have detention tomorrow night. Eight o'clock. Don't be late."