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Blah- Forge (George)
Blah- Gred (Fred)
AN: Hey, hope that my writing hasn't degraded too much! This is a one-shot! Thank you!
"Of all the things that you could do in your lives, you decided to open a stupid joke shop!" Most of the Weasley males decided to stay out of the fire show going on between the twins and Molly. They were in the middle of the Borrow's living room, the twins had just told everyone that they were having the grand opening of the shop in a few days and that they wanted everyone to go. It was after Bill asked them the type of shop that they were opening, that things started to get nasty.
"We decided to follow our dream. Something that we have had all our lives. We will not abandon it just to please you, mother." The veamon at which the word mother was spat would have made you think it was a curse. "You have always said that we will amount to nothing, but you are wrong. You tried to put us down, because we didn't fit in your view of what we should be. Even with all of that, we still want our family to be with us at the grand opening. If you don't want to be there, that is your choice. Now if you would excuse us, we have a meeting to get to that we can't be late for." The twins stood their ground against their mother, who had never had one of her children stand up to her. Molly was in shock.
"Fred, George, is the invite still open to everyone?" Ginny asked in the silence that followed their rant.
"Yes, if any of you want to come, you can." This was addressed to the room at large. they then walked out the door. They were just about to apparate, when their mother yelled for them to come back. They shared a look and apparated away, to their new store, so that they could go and finish the house that they had on top of it.
"I wish that she would accept who we are." George looked up from his desk to look at his twin, who was spread out on the bed.
"I know, but she never will. Through at least, our little brother approves of our dream, and most of our older brothers." Fred lifted his head from it had rested on the pillow to look at George.
"True. How do you think our little brother is doing?"
"I don't know. How about we go find out?" They grabbed each other and apparated to the edge of the wards. They were just in time to hear a scream come from Number 4.