Fred's eyes bogged out from their usual residence in the back of his head. He, along with the rest of the Weasley children and some other candidates had been chosen for a series of television shows called Survivor. Fred had been forced to sit down to this along with more muggle "reality" shows, due to Arthur's obsession with muggle made items. It seemed this series would take place in New Zealand, near what muggles thought was an active volcano. It just happened that it was really a major nesting ground for dragons.
Fred bore his and Georges's trademark grin, the one that made any adult, spare Dumbledore, dread opening doors or drawers for fear of one of their pranks hitting them full throttle in their faces. He ran into the backyard shouting, "Mum, Dad, we made it onto the jellie… er bellie, um…" he stopped to think, his face scrunching up in mock pain, before his father's face lit up like the night sky on the fourth of July in America as he enthusiastically inquired, "the telly?" At this Fred nodded fervently, smiling broadly before asking, "How do we go into it though? I remember Bill trying to apparate into it once when there was some special on swimsui… I mean, when there was a special on skydiving. We had to take him to Saint Mungos' cause he fused with the Kelly."
There was a cracking noise as George apparated, a broad grin etched on his face. "That was the best, "he then dropped his voice before whispering, "Which reminds me, Percy hasn't paid his monthly blackmail fee to keep silent about his boyfriend in Italy."
Fred hid a grimace, before nodding and pronouncing, "That was one of the best, nest to those man-eating DDR machi… I mean, next to the time we bewitched the gnomes and told them to form a boy band," he paused for a second and placed his hand on his chin thoughtfully,
"Didn't they make it rather big in Japan? People were skeptical at first because they had a name like the Screaming Ducks. That was it wasn't it? Last I heard they all had married some fans and were selling platinum records."
He then lowered his voice to a whisper, "Give him another week to pay up, but send him a
warning through owl post."
Arthur had been reading over the letter and nodded, "you may go, it says where I need to take you, we'll leave in about a week, you'd better go get ready."