Interview with Fred and George Weasley

Sometime when they're at Hogwarts. Most likely during OoP

Celebrin: "Hey! I'm back, and today I'm interviewing Fred and George Weasley. Unfortunately, I can't tell them apart..."

Fred: "I'm Fred."

George: "And I'm George."

Celebrin: "Okay. Fred on the right, George on the left. Got it. You two are in you last year at Hogwarts, right?"

Fred *nods*: "Yeah."

Celebrin: "What do you plan on doing once you've left?"

George: "Well, we'd like to open a joke shop, but we're going to work in Zonko's first. You know, to get the hang of working in a shop."

Celebrin: "That makes sense. How many joke things have you made?"

Fred: "Well, we have around 40 different things right now, but we're working on others. We have lots of test subject- I mean, costumers- at school. *he grins* Would you like us to add you to the list?"

Celebrin: "No, no, it's okay." *shakes head*

Fred *slightly disappointed*: "If you're sure."

Celebrin: "I'm sure!"

George: "If you ever change your mind, you know where to find us."

Celebrin: "Thanks, I think. *looks down at notepad* "So, you two play Quidditch?"

Fred: "Yes. We're Beaters on the house team."

Celebrin: "I've never played Quidditch. What's it like?"

George: "Well, sometimes players fall off their brooms, or disappear, and then turn up months later in some remote places."

Celebrin *hesitantly*: "Um, sounds fun. I'm not really fond of heights, though."

Fred: "Especially when you're dangling from your broom with only one hand, and-"

Celebrin: "Okay! Moving on! So Fred-"

Fred: "I'm George."

Celebrin: "Oops, sorry George. *turns to George* Fred-"

George: "I'm not Fred, I'm George. He's Fred"

Celebrin *scowling slightly*: "Hey you-"

Fred & George: "Yes?"

Celebrin *eyes narrow*: "Okay, I think that's enough you two. There's no need to act like children."

Fred & George *innocently*: "Us?"

Celebrin *takes deep, calming breaths*: "Next time, I'm handing out name tags. Alright, I think it's time for a break; I'm getting a headache. Do either of you want cookies?"

George: No thanks."

Fred: "We brought our own. Do you want some?"

Celebrin: "Sure." *reaches out, takes a cookie, and pops it into her mouth. "Thank yo-"

Fred *off-handedly*: "On second thought, we have 41 different products..."

Celebrin: "What?!" *suddenly, she turns into a bird. A large, colorful, feathery bird. A few minutes later, she turns back to herself, very red in the face*

Fred & George: *laughing so hard, they have to lean on one another for support*

Celebrin *advances menacingly, snarling slightly*: "When I get my hands on you, I'm going to-"

Fred: "Well, look at the time, we really must be off." *runs out the door*

George *grins cheekily*: "Bye!"

Celebrin *flops down on the couch, and buries her face in her hands*: "That was the most embarrassing thing since I- never mind. I don't want to go there."

Thank yous go to: Princess (I like wolves too. They're so cool!), to the anonymous reviewer that only left their e-mail (is that your penname, or...? Anyway, glad you liked it!), Liz Dockson (I'm happy you liked it!) and Lemon_Lime (you and your obsession with Fred. I swear ^_~)

A/N: I'm glad to be back! I've had trouble uploading documents, and I was sick for a while (I also had horrible writer's block), but I plan to write more of these still, and hopefully they'll come faster!

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