A/N An idea that came out of the blue...

"Blimey George, they look just like us!"

"And that's saying something."

"Not quite as dashing though."

"Agreed, dear brother."

"Muggles posing as us?" Fred wrinkled his nose.

"Spiffling –"

"-And not to mention, ludicrous." George guffawed, flipping over the newspaper Hermione had seriously handed to them.

Hermione cast them an incredulous look, as if they should be not be taking this situation as lightly. "It means they have your identity! It's an identity crisis!"

They stared pointedly at her.

"Relax mione." The laid-back Ron chewed on a biscuit with absolute nonchalance.

"Hmm, it does say they come from London."

"Wait here's a good one." He pointed at the interview.

"It says someone once asked them, 'are you two twins?'"

Scanning through, George muttered, "Hah, good one, the one that looks like Fred said –"

"No, we just met at the audition."

Impressed, Fred nodded his head in appreciation. "Seems like they have a sense of humour too."

"I like them." They said simultaneously.

"Well that's just brilliant." Hermione added dryly.

"Maybe we should visit our clones." Fred got up brightly, much to Harry's amusement.

"Twins visiting twins… are you thinking what I'm thinking, Fred?"

"I think I am, George."

"Twinception" And thus, they vanished in a puff of Floo powder, leaving an array of black specks.

"Hmmpfh," Hermione huffed, crossing her arms. "They'd better stay out of trouble."

"… Out of trouble? You must be dreaming, Hermione." Ron choked on his biscuit, while Molly bustled into the kitchen with a disapproving expression on her face.

"Where did Fred and George go?"

Ron shrugged, gulping down a glass of water. "Dunno."

Under his mother's intense gaze, Ron turned to Hermione for help. "Well… they were finding their… socks…?"

Harry spat out a mouthful of soup, while a guilt-stricken Hermione twiddled her thumbs. Both of her best friends had forgotten what an insanely terrible liar she was.

Meanwhile in the Muggle world…

"George, I think we have a problem."

Repositioning his sweater, Fred's twin glanced up at the gaping faces of the muggles currently 'filming' a scene of a werewolf.

"This costume needs to be tweaked." Fred grimaced, picking at the werewolf's 'fur'.

"And honestly, why are you doing this?" George added, half-curious and half-amazed. They seemed not to grasp the fact that their clones were staring with their jaws slackened.

Fred snapped his fingers, "Ah we forgot to introduce ourselves!"

"He's George, and I'm Fred." George grinned, as Fred smacked his shoulder.

"I'm Fred, and he's George, goodness you call yourself my twin?"

"Sorry Fred."

The actors seemed to take all of these in stride, as they stepped forward simultaneously.

"Hullo, we're Fred and George."

The (wizard) twins gained new-found respect for their 'imposters', extending their hands out in greeting.

"Should we send you the real Hogwart's toilet seat?" Fred asked cheekily.

'Fred' responded with a smirk, "I hope your owl doesn't get lost."

"It's about time we get a new one!"

As the twins walked in with identical, mysterious grins, Hermione pestered them endlessly.

"Whatever did you pranksters do?"

Stroking his chin thoughtfully, George looked at her seriously, "You know Hermione,"

Fred swung an arm over George's shoulder. "Do you think Dumbledore would mind if we asked for a toilet seat?"

Might continue? As a multi-chapter of ridiculous one-shots of Fred&George's lives :D