Reader: Wait, it's Thursday not Friday. Why're updating.

Me: Think of it as a gift! (AKA an apology for last week).

Fight for two

Molly was enjoying a nice peaceful day as she began to cook dinner. It was rare that days were quiet for the Weasley family, especially with the six year old twins always causing trouble.

Molly paused in her cooking, realizing that there was no noise going through the Burrow. Now that was odd. She peaked out the window and saw Charlie in the yard playing with Ginny and Ron. Percy, she knew, was in his room, nose buried in some book. Bill was at school. That just left Fred and George unaccounted for.

"Fred, George," She called from the kitchen. As if on cue, the noise of shattering glass carried through the house.

"We didn't do it!" She heard the two call from the living room.

Their mother gave a sigh and turned the stove off before going into the living room to see what they broke. The scene she found was an odd one.

"Fred tell the truth!" George was telling his brother. "You're the one that broke it!"

"Na-uh! It was you!" Fred pointed at his twin.

"You're the one that threw the ball!"

"If you had caught it then the vase wouldn't have broken!"

"Liar!" George lunged for his brother and the next thing Molly knew, her two twins were brawling.

"Enough!" She pulled them apart. "It's not like you two to fight over a broken vase. What's going on?" She demanded.

"It's not just the vase! He broke my favorite toy!" George pointed at Fred.

"It was my toy and you're the one that broke it!"

"Liar!" George shouted again, making another attempt to get at his brother. Molly was finding it harder to keep the two from killing each other.

"Well, you pushed me out of the tree yesterday!"

"That wasn't me! Ron did that!" George protested.

"Both of you, quiet!" Molly demanded and the two immediately stopped their shouting match. "Now, George, go out and play with your siblings. Fred, you're in the kitchen with me. By dinner time hopefully this fight will be behind you."

Fred and George glared at each other for a moment before George walked out of the Burrow and Fred followed his mom into the kitchen. Molly went back to cooking as her son sat at the table and sulked, his ball, that had broken the vase, rolling between his hands.

By the time dinner time came the twins still weren't talking with each other. Molly explained to Arthur what had happened when he came home and all he had to say was "They're brothers. Even twins will fight over silly things occasionally". It still unnerved her how the two refused to even sit next to each other at dinner, nor would they even acknowledge the other. When they were excused from the table they had raced each other up the stairs and the rest of the family heard the slam of a door.

"Fred! Let me in!" They heard George shout.

"Mum," Percy, who had been just behind them in going upstairs, came back downstairs. "Fred locked George out of their room."

Molly sighed and got up from the table. She found George sitting across the hall from his bedroom door and glaring at it. She knocked on the door. "Fred Weasley, you unlock this door this instant!"

"No!" Fred shouted.

"I don't wanna sleep in the same room as him either." George muttered.

"Maybe it's not best to have them sleep in the same room when they're at each other's throat." Charlie, who had just came upstairs, said.

"Fine, George, go sleep in Bill's room for tonight. Hopefully by morning this fight will be behind you." She said, and she kept saying it. Every night for the next week, which ever twin who had been too slow slept in Bill's room and each night Molly would tell everyone "They'll be over this by the morning". These were the twins after all, they never fought.

Finally, she, and the rest of the family, had enough. It was Saturday and normally the family would go to Diagon Alley together but right as the twins were going to follow their dad out of the house Molly stopped them. "Oh no, you two have done nothing but fight all week. You go straight up to your room. Both of you, and if one of you locks the other out, don't think I won't unlock it this time. It's about time you put this fight behind you."

So, the twins sulked up stairs, occasionally giving the other a shove. When they got to the room they both sat on the edge of their bed and glared at each other.

"This is your fault." George mumbled.

"Is not! You started this fight! It's your fault we can't go to Diagon Alley." Fred crossed his arms and turned away from his brother.

"No it's not, it's your fault." George imitated his brother.

A few minutes passed and the twins still refused to look at each other. Looking back, neither of them was sure which apologized first but in no more then ten minutes they were back to being friends. When Molly went to check on them she found them on the floor of their room, a piece of paper sprawled out in front of them, making plans for something.

"I wonder how much paint we can get into the balloons before they burst?" Fred was saying.

"Yeah but we have to make sure we can still throw them too." George pointed out.

"Oh true," Fred nodded. "This is gonna be the best prank we've ever pulled on Percy!" He was grinning.

Molly shook her head and left the two there. Better they were causing trouble then they were fighting. It was that day that Molly gave up on having quiet in her house. As long as both twins were around, there would never be quiet