"Oi, George, it's snownin'!" said the five-year-old Fred Weasley.

The two ginger twins were sitting in their room, waiting for their mom to tell them to go to bed.

"Really?" said George, scrambling to the window. "Lemme see!"

Against the moon and landscape was snow, snow, and more snow.

"I think big brother needs some," stated Fred, running away from the window. "Geh a jumper, kay?"

"Whycome Won don't get none, Freddy?" asked George, looking under the bed for his Weasley Sweater.

Fred was stock-still for a minute. "He gets some too, silly, just tomorrow," he said as he hid his sweater under his pillow.

George followed suit then they ran back to the window. They had been there for about ten seconds when their mom came in.

"Hi mummy!" they called in unison, turning around and walking to their shared bed.

"Go right to bed tonight, boys," Mrs. Weasley commanded, pulling their blankets over them.

"Okay, mum," said Fred in his best sleepy voice.

"Mum, yes, mum!" said George with a giggle.

After she left they waited for about fifteen minutes before they pulled their clothes on.

"We gots a bucket, right?"

"Yup!" replied George, pulling a tin bucket out from their closet.

"Le's go, then!"

The two small children walked as silently as they could down the creaky stairs. At the door they pulled on their Wellingtons.

"Jus some for Percy, kay?" whispered Fred as he opened the door.

George nodded as they walked out. As fast as they could, they put snow in the bucket and hoped it wouldn't melt. And if it did, that'd be an even better way for Percy to wake up.

"I wonder where the pwengins are," muttered Fred as they walked back into the house.

"Let's go wake up Perc," said George.

Once again, they snuck through the house until they arrived at Percy's room. They opened the door and saw that the seven-year-old was still asleep. Until they dumped the snow-water on him, that is.

"MUM!" screeched Percy. "Fred and George just dumped water on me!"

At that the twins ran to their room, hopping into bed and just managing to sound asleep when their dad walked in.

"They're asleep Molly," he called softly.

"NUH-UH!" yelled Percy, "They're faking it!"

Then the twins acted like they were waking up.

"What is it, Daddy?" they asked.

"Nothing, boys, just go to sleep. And I won't tell your mum."

The twins got out of their bed and hugged their dad. "Thanks!"