"Mum?" he called, entering the kitchen. Molly didn't turn around to look at him. He frowned and tapped his foot somewhat impatiently.
Molly finally turned away from the carrots she was chopping. "Yes, Fred?"
Her son rolled his eyes. "I'm George, Mum."
She looked at him, surprised. "No... you're not."
He raised a questioning eyebrow. "I think I know which one I am. Besides, that's what I wanted to talk to you about."
"What do you mean?" she asked, confused.
"Well, you can never tell us apart, can you? And neither can anyone else. So we came up with a plan," he explained.
Molly tilted her head, finally interested in what he had to say. "What is it, dear?"
"Well, we decided to wear different colours, instead of dressing alike so you can tell which of us is which. It's easier on you and on us."
Molly looked surprised, but nodded in agreement.
He continued. "I decided to wear red, and Fred wanted to wear blue. Hopefully, that'll sort things out." He left the room after saying so, leaving his mother standing in astonishment.
"So, George, Fred, you two want to head out to the fair tonight?" Charlie asked, pulling on his socks.
The twins looked at each other and nodded. Then, one of them spoke up. "Aye, captain. I hear it's a swashbucklin' affair!"
Charlie turned to his brothers. "Err...Why're you talking like a pirate?"
George was the one who replied. "Th' vacations are borin', matey. We jus' wanted t' 'ave some fun be all."
Charlie laughed at his brother's accent, and gestured for them to get dressed to head out.
As they were walking towards the fairgrounds in the dusk, Charlie asked them, "So what happened to your idea of wearing different clothes?"
Fred shrugged. "We tried it for a bit. Got really annoying to have to wear the same colours over and over again, though."
Charlie nodded in understanding. "So now what? You let people confuse you and just roll with it?"
"Not at all," Fred replied, with a familiar gleam in his eye. "We switch up our colours sometimes. It leads to some...interesting scenarios."
Oh?" Charlie asked, interested.
"Well, there was the one time we confused Ron by first wearing different colours, and then tranfiguring our clothes so we were both wearing red and appearing in front of him at different places. His face was hilarious to watch."
Charlie giggled a little, imagining the situation. "I assume Mum had a fit?"
"Oh, she never found out. Ron didn't tell her. Probably thought he was under a Confundus or something."
Charlie smiled and shook his head. "Have I ever told you how much happier I am to be your older brother? Thankfully you don't pull as many pranks on Bill or me."
"Is that a challenge?" the twins asked in unison.
Five minutes later, Charlie found himself covered in an unknown gooey substance that just would not come off, and the distant sound of his brothers' laughter.
Notes: For the Through the Universe challenge on The Golden Snitch. Prompt: Fred and George Weasley
Also for the Anime Week: Prompt: Write about the Weasley twins talking like pirates.
And for the Jurassic Fever Event: Write about a set of twins trying to appear different from each other.