Of Life, Love And Weasleys
Chapter Twenty-One: Cinnamon Viennese
They're twins, but they're not the same.
He has wild red hair, a wicked grin and a love of pranks and jokes. She has sleek black hair, a gleam of wickedness in her eyes and a love of singing and acting.
She's fond of melodrama, really. The first time she rode a broom; she fell off and scraped her knee. The fuss she made, you would've thought she'd cut off the entire lower half of her leg. When he pinched her lightly on the arm to reach the last piece of cake, she screamed the house down.
He's not like that. If anything, he downplays everything. He could be bleeding to death and he's say, "Calm down, guys, it's just a scratch." But then, life would be no fun if he couldn't see the outrage on his twin's face when she punches him and he doesn't react.
"Roxanne, it's your turn to do the washing up tonight," their mother says as both begin to rise from their seats, ready to bolt.
"No fair!" she shouts. "Fred never does the washing up!"
"I do, I did it not long ago!" Fred retorts. Their mother leaves the room, thinking it's best not to get involved in one of their fights.
"When was that, last week?" Roxanne asks, narrowing her eyes at her twin. "Frederick Oliver Weasley, you are a terrible liar!" She smirks at him. He never wins their argument when she plays the middle-name card.
"Roxanne Angelina Weasley, you are not going to win this time!" he shouts, looking satisfied as she glares at him for using her own tactic on her.
"We could just do it together," she suggests. Fred decides he likes this idea and grabs the washing-up liquid, squirting the green liquid into the water.
"Do you want to wash or dry or put away?" Roxanne asks, pulling bright pink rubber gloves on.
"I'll dry if you wash," he answers. "We'll put away together." She nods and starts to work her way methodically through the dirty plates and glasses. He unearths a jar of cinnamon sticks from the cupboard and they wash, dry and eat in silence.
The companionship barely lasts five minutes before they're arguing again.
"This music is hellishly boring," Fred complains.
"I happen to like classical music, thank you," Roxanne says haughtily. Fred grins at her and changes to some Muggle rock station, head-banging to the music. He's 'dancing' so enthusiastically he drops three china plates and they hit the floor before either twin can save them.
"You idiot!" Roxanne shouts, rounding on him and switching the radio station back. "That was Mum's best china!"
"Who cares?" he asks cheekily. She glares at him and scoops up bubbles from the sink, throwing them at him. He fights back by emptying the remaining cinnamon sticks and their crumbs over her perfect hair. She shrieks in anger and throws an entire jug of cold water over his head. He retorts by tickling her so she shoots a bar of wet, sticky soap into his unsuspecting face.
When Angelina returns to the battleground twenty minutes later, believing they must be finished or both lying, unconscious, on the floor by now, she finds a scene of devastation. The floor has become a sea of water with the broken remains of cinnamon sticks, crushed bit of soap and pieces of smashed china floating through it. Fred is wearing a mass of bubbles as a beard and Roxanne has bubbles all over her arms. They're laughing wildly as they attempt to perform a Viennese waltz, slipping every few seconds.
"Next time, I'm doing the washing up," she mutters to herself as she just leaves them to it. When Roxanne and Fred aren't fighting, it's best to leave well enough alone and hope the phase lasts.
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