The 4 of us.
It was a nice summer evening. The sun had just gone under and their house was still warm. Outside on the other hand it was cool and nice, so every Weasley had moved outdoors. Every Weasley but two, it is.
Fred and George were sitting in their room frowning at the books before them. They had great plans, but they hadn't complete them jet. There were still some problems to solve and some brilliant spells to learn. So there they were, studying in a way that would have made Hermione jealous. If they only studied for school and not for mischief… Oh, they would have had a decent job by now.
Fred looked at the picture frame before him. If they only found that one missing spell…. He returned his attention to his book, but before he could read one word, his brother jeered. "Jahoo! Got it! Here it is. Here… Look at it! Here…." Fred read the line George pointed at. "A fool proof way to determine the place to go, you use the advanced spell: 'locatetum'. If performed correctly, this will guide you to…"
"…the perfect spot to land." Finished George. "Yeah, brilliant, isn't it? It's originally used for apparation when you have seen the place, but don't know the exact whereabouts," Fred nodded and finished: "but, it can also be used for.." "our own needs. Brilliant, isn't it?" Both Fred and George beamed, while Fred answered: "Quite brilliant, I'd say. We'll go down as .." " THE BIGGEST PRANGSTERS IN HISTORY." They finished in unison.
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Outside did a certain Hermione Granger hear this last sentence. She suppressed a shudder. This was going to be an interesting holiday.
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George grinned. "The four of us is…"
"…going to cause so much mayhem!"
"It will be brilliant."
"Just imagine…"
"… the look on…"
"…mum's face when…"
"…there are four Georges…"
"… around the… Wait! Why four Georges? Why not four Freds?"
"Okay four Freds, you twit!"
"…around the table!"
They grinned at each other. "It will be so perfect."
"No problems with…"
"… the way they behave…"
"…cause it is really.."
"..us. Twice…"
They grinned again. "Now, let's make a moment in which…"
"…. WE can arrive!"
There was the sound of a plop and the twin beamed. "There we are!" Fred took a step to himself and grabbed him by the nose. "His nose feels like mine." He decided, squeezing Fred's nose and causing him, or himself, to scream. "You twit!"
George took also a step to his new twin brother. Poking him in the stomach. "His stomach feels the same as mine!" The new George looked not to happy and poked George back. "Poke yourself, please." He said angry. " That's what I did do, isn't it?" The old George laughed, joined by the old-Fred and -rather surprising- the two new twins.
"Brilliant! We did it great!" Old George and old Fred high-fived. New George and new Fred groaned. "Give us…"
"…some credit.."
"…please!" did they protest.
George looked at Fred and grinned. "They talk like us…"
"…look like us…"
"…and are you." New George butted in.. "This is going to be…
"…perfect." The four said in unison.
They grinned at each other. "This is going to work just fine." They said, in unison, again. And they knew that was the truth.
"We'll hide.." Started new Fred.
"..until tomorrow morning.." Put new George in.
"…so that it will be…" Old Fred grinned.
"… a bigger surprise." Finished old George, laughing.
"High five!" They tried to give each other a High Five, but this proved much more trouble with the four of them. "We've got.." started old Fred.
"..to practice that…" stated new George.
"… until…" butted new Fred in.
"… we've reached perfection!" Finished old George, beaming.
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Outside were the Weasleys having fun and a nice chat, not knowing that inside their biggest fear had become reality.