A/N: I really enjoyed writing this one. So sad I missed April Fool's… Happy belated birthday to Gred and Forge! I wish I had brothers as cool as them.
2. My mother taught me RELIGION.
"You better pray that will come out of the carpet."
"Uh... George?" an eleven year old Fred asked uneasily. George looked up from the potion in front of him. "Is that SUPPOSED to be pink?"
"Um... I forgot," George replied with a small chuckle.
"You. FORGOT?" Fred hissed, narrowing his eyes.
"It was your turn to research the potion! I did it last time!" George protested, backing away from his angry brother.
"You SAID you had all the information!" Fred exclaimed. George held his hands in front of him, as if to block his brother from continuing.
"I did! Just not the color!" George tried to explain. His twin's glare effectively shut him up.
"You IDIOT! The color is the most important part! It's how you know you're doing it RIGHT," Fred yelled, grabbing his brother by the collar and giving him a good shake.
"What are you two doing?" an eight year old Ginny asked, standing in the doorway with a raised eyebrow. "I thought you already finished your winter homework."
The two boys gulped and glanced at each other before nodding, a silent conversation passing between their eyes. Simultaneously, they trapped their sister against the wall and spoke.
"You can't tell Mum. Understand?" Fred said.
"Yeah, wouldn't anything to happen to you, would you?" George threatened.
Ginny looked them both in the eye before taking a deep breath. "MUM! Fred and George are picking on me!" she hollered. Immediately footsteps could be heard on the stairs. Frightened, both boys jumped back as though bitten, bumping into the caldron and tipping it over.
"She's lying Mum! We weren't picking on her!" George exclaimed, wide-eyed.
"Yeah! Honest!" Fred added, frantically.
Molly stood next to a smirking Ginny, eyebrows raised and her hands on her hips. Her eyes flashed as she noticed the spilled potion. "You better pray that will come out of the carpet."
Both boys whipped around to see their potion before turning back with sheepish grins. "Sorry," they chorused in unison.
Boys will be boys…. I seriously wish I had brothers.
~Jessica
