Fred and George

Fred and George burst into the room, George's hands full of boxes. Mrs. Weasley sighed grimly; this did not bode well for her. "Fred, George, if those do any sort, any sort of damage-" she began, but Fred cut her off before she got any further. "Muuum, relax. It's not we've ever given you any cause to think they would, right?"

George grinned at Fred, and Fred returned the look. Mrs. Weasley sighed again, and flicked her wand at the sink, where the dishes began washing up. The blackened kettle began whistling as it brushed itself, and with a disgruntled look Mrs. Weasley silenced it with another flick of her wand; it was not musically gifted in the least. "Upstart kettles," she muttered to herself under her breath, placing her wand down. Fred and George winked at each other. Turning, Mrs. Weasley caught the action and glared at George, missing Fred as he slipped around her and swapped out her wand with another, pushing another dish into the sink, causing the kettle to start whistling again indignantly as it inspected its new chip. As Mrs. Weasley turned around to inspect the cause of the tuneless noise, he rejoined his twin. "Go out and find something good to do that does not include breaking things! The garden could use a good de-gnoming again."

Ginny stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes sleepily. "Oh, good morning, Ginny darling," said Mrs. Weasley. "Why don't you get some breakfast, it's over there," she said. "Stupid twins," she muttered, picking up the wand and pointing it at the kettle. It burst into bright orange flowers and began singing an off-key rendition of "Happy Birthday" as she tried to make the kettle cease its noisy, piercing and obnoxious sound. Grinning, Ginny picked up her utensil and watched as the twins made their hasty retreat out the door, followed by several wooden spoons hurled by their indignant mother.

The twins rushed out into the back yard, bumping into Percy in their haste. Percy indignantly straightened his coat and tie. "Watch where you're going. I haven't the time to fix my clothes because you two clowns messed them up, and I cannot be late for work today."

Fred widened his eyes in mock horror. "Oh, of course not!"

George grinned and added on, "That would be awful!"

Together they said, "Disastrous!" high-fived, and left Percy to huff his way back into the house. Spotting Ron sitting rather despondently on a garden bench with Pig flittering around him madly, they swamped him, Fred plopping down his his left side, George on his right. "Hey mate, what's wrong?" Fred asked.

Ron shrugged his right shoulder glumly. "Nevermind."

Fred handed Ron a paper wrapped treat and they departed quickly. Ron unwrapped the candy and carefully broke it in half, and, having learned not to accept treats randomly from the twins, offered half to his owl, who gobbled it up and promptly experienced the event of his beak turning purple. Ron smiled ruefully and dropped the treat to the ground, deciding he'd rather not spend the rest of the day with a colorful nose.

Standing up, he walked back into the house and sat down next to Ginny. Percy was talking in his pompous manner to Mr. Weasley, who was reading Daily Prophet and muttering to himself about snakes who couldn't keep their noses out of other people's business. Fred and George rushed in a few seconds later, grinning and laughing together. Perfectly synced they swung out their chairs and plunked down into them, plopping their feet on the top of the table. Without turning around, Mrs. Weasley said, "Feet. Off. Now, boys. FEET OFF. WE EAT THERE."