Product Research
It was a quiet morning. One where Fred Weasley woke up in a frenzy, remembered it was the holidays, then splayed out in his bed content in not having triple lessons of Herbology with Professor Longbottom.
It was a quiet morning.
"Wake up you freckled turd!" his twin sister bellowed, jumping on his bed and whacking him with pillows.
"Pishoff!" he moaned, crawling deeper under the covers.
"Don't make me do this." Roxanne warned.
"Do what?"
"Get up and you won't have to find out."
Fred pulled down a corner of his duvet and peeked over it. Roxanne had her right arm extended over him and her hand curled into a fist.
"What?"
"Something's in my hand." she said, waving it about.
"Away with you, ho." Fred sighed, too tired to let curiosity get the better of him. He tucked himself back into the foetal position and let the warm covers swamp him.
"Fine." he heard Roxanne sigh. "Three...Two...One!"
At 'one' Fred felt her weight leap off his bed.
"Finally. Now go do something useful with yoursel-...ouch! WHAT THE FFF- OUCH!"
Fred squirmed about in darkness as he felt small biting, tickling sensations run all over his skin, under his clothes. He leapt up and threw the duvet onto the floor. Thousands of tiny black dots danced on his bed, on his covers, on his clothes.
They crawled all over his body.
"MUM! MUM!" he yelped, doing a half tango-half spasm on his bed. Roxanne slapped her thigh as a fit of laughter washed over her.
"DAD! DAD COME UP HERE!" she forced herself to blurt in her uncontrollable laughter.
A few footsteps later, George arrived at the doorway.
"Dad! Roxanne's being a bitch!" Fred whined, trying to shake off the black specs.
"Yes, yes." George nodded sympathetically. He pulled out a clipboard and a quill.
"Now, on a scale of one to ten, how irritating are they?" George asked.
"What?" Fred said in disbelief.
"Well okay, from a scale of Aunt Ginny to Uncle Ron, how irritated are you?"
"WHAT?" Fred screamed.
"Please answer dear." was all his father could say.
Fred took a deep breath, "FINE. TEN. UNCLE RON."
Roxanne wiped away tears of laughter.
"Excellent." his father muttered, jotting it down on the clipboard, he looked at his son, "Any pungent smell coming from them? heat?"
"No." Fred said through gritted teeth. The irritation had died down to slight tingling. His father squinted at his wristwatch.
"Three minutes." he whispered to himself, "Okay son, has it died down?"
'Yes."
"Now, element of surprise. Yes or no?"
"Yes." he answered calmly, "For this I get 50 percent profits."
"Fat chance." his father laughed, "I'll give you ten."
"Forty." Fred reasoned.
"Twenty."
"Thirty five."
"Forty five!"
"F-Fifty?"
"FIFTY FIVE."
"Sixty!"
"SEVENTY!"
"Cheers dad."
A/N
*Harry Potter does not belong to me! JK Rowling owns Harry Potter..and my heart!*
Just a little one shot of how I thought George's family would be like post Hogwarts war stuff.
Thank you for reading :)
~dumplingdoo