Ickle Ronnie
'So ickle Ronnie got somefink on his nosie,' George said grinning at his eleven-year-old brother.
'Shut up,' Ron replied annoyed.
'Don't let mummy hear you speaking such words,' Fred said nodding wisely.
'I told you to shut up!' Ron said again.
'You know, Fred; this could be explained by something very strange.'
'Indeed right you are,' his twin answered.
Ron got curious now. He wondered how they would explain it. Probably one of their many jokes.
'Well tell me,' he demanded as the train rolled out of the station.
'It includes make-up,' George mysteriously said.
'And you would need a girl,' Fred added.
Ron was really wondering now what they had come up with for strange idea.
'Finally, there is the act.'
'The snogging,' Fred snorted.
'What! What a stupid idea,' Ron simply replied.
'Well you know, if you snog a bit wild, so to speak, and the girl wears make-up, you could get it on your nosie,' George grinned again.
'Sure, just move away. Gits!'
As Ron pushed his older brothers aside to walk passed them, they both started laughing. He gave them one last furious look and then walked on to find himself a compartment.
'Snogging, sure. I'm sure it's one of their stupid jokes. Wait till they really see me snogging, that'd give them a laugh,' Ron darkly muttered while he was still looking for a compartment until he saw a boy with untidy black of his age.
'Let's see what he thinks of ickle Ronnie with somefink on his nosie,' Ron said and then slid open the compartment door.