A/N: ok, so I know I haven't written in a while but I wanted to get this story done before I posted it…………not gonna happen. I've already written up to chapter 21….and I'm STILL NOT DONE….sad I know, but stay with me.
Disclaimer: I acutally own something! I own some of the spells, the American Order, the American Characters, the memory and the plot. I do not however own the Order of the Phoneix, the British characters, the wizarding plot, or anything that belongs to Mrs. J. K. Rowling. WE LOVE YOU…alright I won't do that again.
Birds of a Feather
Chapter One
"Oy, Fred, hurry it up! Will ya?"
"Calm down, I'm righ' here. What's the beig rush anyway? I thought we were flying?"
"Not by brooms, you prat! The muggle way!"
"George, you're starting to scare me. You sound like Percy."
George looked remotely shocked but shook his head and grabbed his bag, heading for the door.
"Hey, George, wait up. Will you tell me what the big hurry is at least?"
"Fred, you and I both know that because of the Order we can't travel by magic. So, I bought a plane ticket."
"What the bloody hell is a plane?"
"Some mechanical device muggles fly in."
Now it was Fred's turn to look shocked.
"Now you're starting to sound like Dad."
George dropped his bags and lunged at Fred. Fred, glad he finally got a reaction from his twin, tried to dodge him a little to late. George had Fred in a head lock and was sliding his fist over his skull.
"No fair! Get off me you oaf. You never give a noogie to Fred Weasley!"
George smirked and let go of a struggling Fred.
"Come on, I thought you said we were in a hurry," Fred replied after re-combing his hair with his fingers.
The trouble-making brothers' prank shop, Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, had been bringing in tons of money. They both decided to take a vacation, but the Order asked them to do a mission. Of course the two never found a reason to say now. They half-expected fighting evil to be their vacation.
When the Order told them about going to the United States to do their mission, George and Fred could have kissed Dumbledore…George literally kissed Dumbledore on the cheek and did a sort of skip. Hermione told them that flying would be the fastest way possible and of course, they didn't hesitate. She told them everything: the good and… the bad.
"I don't see what Hermione was talking about," said George as he buckled himself in.
"She probably just stretched it a little, she's like that you know."
"Yeah, you're right. This is going to be a breeze." He lied back down in his slightly slanted seat with his hands forming a pillow behind his head.
"A breeze," Fred agreed, closing eyes.
Of couse, this was their first flight so out of logic, they didn't know how to strap themselves in properly. Not to mention by airplane rules, you are supposed to have our seat upright while take off.
"Umm… sir, your seat should be upright untill after take off. It's British law," replied a blonde stewardess, with an obvious american accent.
"We'll be fine. No worries, beautiful," said George. As you can tell, George was always flirting here and there.
"No, sir. You have to have-"
Just then a huge crash was heard from the front of the plane. Someone had dropped their luggage, a lot of luggage. The blonde stewardess ran to see what had happened. George turned around to see Fred grinning.
"A memory charm and the Tumbline curse."
George laughed and lied back in his chair when the captain came on:
"Welcome on the American Airlines, passengers. We hope you have a safe and enjoyable trip. Please turn all electronics off and your seats in the upright position and prepare for take off. Thank you."
When the plane rose, the twins grabbed on to their seats, not used to the feeling. The airplane slowly ascended as it gained speed. Fred and George, who of coursed ignored the rules, flew out of their seats doing a sort of sommersault into the seats and laps of the people behind them.
