Keyword: Letter
"I bet they won't come – you guys will be the first Squibs in the family, like, ever." Charlie smirked teasingly down at the eleven year old twins who, for once, were being somewhat serious. They had completely ignored the presents and birthday breakfast that awaited them when they entered the kitchen that morning. Instead, in their usual spooky manner, the twins silently moved together towards the window and stood there, waiting.
"Oh Charlie, don't say such a thing! Your poor brothers have been waiting for this day since they were old enough to understand," Molly scolded, slapping his hand away from the stack of pancakes which were waiting to be demolished – as soon as the twins got their letters that was.
"I don't know, Mum, it's already getting quite late in the morning. My letter arrived at eight o'clock sharp – it's nearly ten already. Maybe Charlie's right – maybe you guys are Squibs," Bill said seriously, leaning against the counter and raising an eyebrow when the twins turned and regarded him with identical looks of disdain.
"You say that…
"…but we're the ones who…"
"…caused your hair to go on fire the other week," the twins chorused and he glowered at them as they brought up the memory. He'd been filling in a job application for a place at Gringotts as an assistant curse-breaker (much to their mother's horror) when the twins had rushed past and knocked his ink all over the parchment, ruining it. Obviously he hadn't been particularly happy with them so they'd gotten quite an earful until, inexplicably, flames started licking up his long hair.
"Yeah well…" Bill's next words, which were sure to be rather inappropriate, were drowned out by his mother's happy cry as she pointed out of the window.
"Oh look, look!" She gestured wildly and the entire family turned in unison to gaze eagerly out at the sky. Moments later two owls dropped through the window and landed in front of the twins – and then stuck their legs out so the boys could take their respective letters. Laughter swept the room as it became clear that the owls were identical, down to the last feather.