A/N: 100 reviews! Thanks to every single one of you. :D I love you all, even though I don't know you. I tried to fix the speech marks, but I'm not sure if it worked... Lucriferous: Profitable
"Mum," Fred says sitting down very professionally at the table like he'd seen his brothers do. "We must talk."
Molly turns and laughs at her eight-year-old sons. "OK. What about?"'
"We need broomsticks," George tells her solemnly.
She just laughs again and turns back to her chores. The brothers stand up, affronted, and storm off. "One day," Fred decides, "We'll be rich."
"Yeah," George agrees. "Rich enough to buy a million broomsticks."
"Yeah! But how?" They sit in silence on Fred's bed, frowning thoughtfully.
"We'll make a shop! George exclaims finally.
"Brilliant! It can be a . . . A joke shop!"
"And everyone will want to come, so they can buy everything they want."
"It'll be awesome."
"And we'll be super-rich."
"More rich then Zonko." Grabbing a carton of juice each, Fred lifts his high in the air. "To our shop."
"To our shop!" George echoes, cartons clinking together.