Hi everyone! I don't know where this came from, but I hope you enjoy it! I haven't written anything for the twins in a long time and decided I missed it! Please enjoy this drabble!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything associated with the Harry Potter books or movies and will make no money off of this writing.
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Bachelors
By Ponytail Goddess
On Dishes: "But I'm Thirsty!"
"Hey, I'm going to get a cup of milk, all right?"
"That most certainly is not all right-"
"Oh brother of ours."
"What? But I'm thirsty! It's not like you're badly off or anything either; your bloody shop is raking in galleons—you've got bloody galleons to roll in for fun, so why the bloody hell can't I have any milk?"
"It's not like that-"
"Oh brother of ours-"
"We'd love to share, most certainly-"
"Indeed-"
"But-"
"But nothing—you have two bottles of it in here! There is absolutely no excuse for you to not give me a cup of milk! Now where do you keep your bloody cups?"
"That's the problem-"
"Oh brother of ours-"
"You see, we don't have any cups."
"None? None at all? Why the bloody hell don't you have any cups in your apartment?"
"Well, it's like this-"
"Oh brother of ours-"
"We simply cannot stand to do the dishes-"
"So we don't use any!"
"What the-? You don't use any dishes? None at all? Are you out of your bloody minds?! That's disgusting!"
"Now you've gone and offended us-"
"Indeed, suggesting that we aren't being sanitary-"
"After all, it's not like we drink out of the same container-"
"That's right; we buy two of everything-"
"It's right proper that way, I'll have you know!"
"Two of everything—oh Merlin, you really do! Two pumpkin juices, two fire whiskies—for fuck's sake, I can't drink anything in here, can I?"
"Nope, we each have our own so we can drink straight from the bottle-"
"Though I'm pretty sure we told you that before-"
"Do you have mush for brains or something, Ronniekins?"
"Because you sound a bit slow today, like a drunken giant or something-"
"You smell like one too-"
"Oh yes, indeed-"
"Put a sock in it, you prats! So you're saying there's nothing I can drink in here-"
"Or eat, for that matter-"
"See, we don't want to bother with plates either-"
"Or knives and forks, that whole bit-"
"You lot are sickening, you know that, right?"
"We're not sickening-"
"We're bachelors, you tosser!"
"Why do dishes if you don't have to?"
"One day, when you're out on your own, Ickle Ronniekins-"
"You'll understand that too."
"But…how do you know whose is whose?"
"Oh, that's quite easy-"
"On the bottom of each bottle is either a big letter F-"
"Or a big letter G-"
"And as you well know, F stands for Forge-"
"And G stands for Gred!"
"You guys…are…mental!"
"Why thank you-"
"Oh brother of ours-"
"How delightful of you to compliment us!"
"Indeed!"
"I'm still thirsty."
"Well, the Leaky Cauldron is only a block away-"
"Let's go there and get you something to drink-"
"On us, of course-"
"Oh brother of ours."
"What's the catch?"
"Catch?"
"Catch?"
"Why would you ask such a thing?"
"With you two, there's always a catch."
"Well…"
"There is perhaps one small-"
"Itty bitty really-"
"Teensy tiny matter-"
"Oh bloody hell, out with it! What do you want?"
"Just one little promise-"
"Oh brother of ours-"
"Promise what?"
"Not to tell mum about the dishes, of course!"
"Yeah, did you hear about that last time-"
"When she heard we were sharing toilet paper?"
"WHAT?!"
"Gotcha!"
"Really Ron, you must learn to be a little less gullible-"
"We can't believe you're our brother-"
"Falling for a stupid trick like that-"
"Honestly."
"But still-"
"We really do need you to promise."
"We don't want mum dragging us back home or anything-"
"Oh fine, I promise. Now let's go and get a drink before I dry out and blow away!"
"Thank you-"
"We love you-"
"Oh brother of ours."
"…'Oh brother' is right…"
The End.
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I hope you liked my little drabble--please let me know what you think! Thanks for reading my fic!
-P.G.