A/N: I got the idea for this story from a list called '25 Life Lessons My Mother Taught Me.'
I don't own Harry Potter or the list.
1. My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE.
"If you're going to kill each other, do it outside. I just finished cleaning."
"FREDERICK GIDEON WEASLEY! HOW DARE YOU TURN YOUR SISTER'S HAIR PURPLE?" Molly Weasley screeched in anger. Terrified, the wide-eyed eleven year old redhead looked up from his Potions homework, the only homework on his winter holiday that he had yet to finish.
"It was George," he responded immediately, not caring if he betrayed his brother. After all, his mother was quite scary when she wanted to be, and he did not want to suffer her wrath.
"Was not!" his twin protested indignantly from across the table.
"Well it wasn't me! If that's the case, it had to have been you, we look exactly the same!" Fred exclaimed, being wholeheartedly honest. George's eyes narrowed in anger, disbelief, and betrayal that Fred had sold him out.
Not speaking a word, the angrier twin pushed out of his seat and lunged across the table toward his brother. "Liar!" he yelled as his fist made contact.
The pair's quarrel soon became physical as punches and kicks went flying, barely reaching their target as they scuffled on the kitchen tile.
"IF YOU'RE GOING TO KILL EACH OTHER, DO IT OUTSIDE! I JUST FINISHED CLEANING!" Molly shouted, effectively startling her sons into stopping. They stared, mouths hanging, as they realized that she hadn't yelled at them for getting into a fist fight, but rather for their choice of location.
So yes, Molly will use the quotes from the list.
~Jessica