Disclaimer: I and my friend Ashleigh do not own this. Fred, George and the
rest of the characters all belong to the amazing J. K Rowling. I suppose we
own the plot.
Chapter One: Realisation
"Money Money Money Money Money Money Money Money Mo-"
"Fred! Would you put a cork in it you great prat!" George bellowed with amusement twinkling in his light blue eyes.
"Sorry mate" replied Fred not meaning it at all.
Fred had been singing this to himself ever since he and his twin brother had received one thousand galleons from their brothers' best friend Harry Potter the previous day. George however was laughing hysterically as the realization finally sunk in that they did actually have some money, for once in their poor lives.
"Alright, I'll stop" said Fred "But first, can I just list off some of the things that I am planning to get with my money."
"Like." George replied, hardly interested
"Well! There's a car, and a new car I mean, with all those silly little muggle gadgets. And a NEW BROOM! Annnnnnnd..a..ummmm..well.GET THIS GEORGE, OUR OWN JOKE SHOP!"
"Hang on a tic" put in George "We did promise Harry to get Ron some new dress robes"
Both the twins laughed evilly at this, picturing Ron in some awfully brightly coloured robes with stripes and spots. Suddenly they realised that there was a loud thumping coming from the room next door.
"Percy" muttered George "he's always so bloody grumpy, stupid git!"
"Ha!" cut in Fred "you should have heard him yesterday evening! Going on about how he was made head of department, and when I told him that nobody cared he basically took my head off! Honestly, I was only speaking the truth!"
Just then an insane grin came over George's extremely freckly face.
"How 'bout we play a prank on him" he said smugly, still grinning in a very unbecoming way "we do have the money to invent something new and really nasty"
"Yes, yes we do, by the way, I'm going to count it, make sure it's all there" Fred said slowly "you start thinking of some terrific Percy punishments"
He then proceeded to reach down under his bed and pull out a heavy purple velvet bag full of gold galleons which he plonked down onto the bed right where Georges' foot was resting.
"Ow, bloody hell Fred!" yelled George "there's a thousand frickin galleons in there if you haven't already noticed!"
"Ah, but we don't know that for sure until we check" replied Fred tapping his nose knowingly.
"Be quiet! We don't want anyone busting in on us" hissed George
At that very moment their unlocked door was roughly pushed open and Ron Weasley walked into the room. Ron walked over to the bed, sat down and turned to Fred.
"I'm bored"
"Well congratulations" replied Fred sarcastically
"Yes" said George "and if you haven't already noticed we are rather busy at this very moment in time so we would appreciate it if you buzzed off"
Ron didn't seem to be listening
"I'm bored and hungry" he said mournfully and pulled out a large sweet wrapped in shiny red paper from his pocket and started to unwrap it.
"I wouldn't it that if I were you" George said mysteriously
"Why not?" snapped Ron
"'Cause it's probably Ton Tongue toffee" replied Fred looking up from his foot (he had been picking at it while waiting for Ron to leave)
"It's not you know! I brought it at Honeydukes!"
"Are you sure?" George questioned with a very knowledgeable look gracing his face.
"Yeah I am" Ron said sounding anything but sure.
"Well, go ahead and eat it then, if your so sure" Fred urged
"I.I.I CANT NOW!" Roared Ron angrily, and he looked down at the pile of Gold resting neatly on Fred's bed. His jaw dropped.
"You know Ron, you look a lot better with your mouth shut" Said Fred calmly.
"Is that, is that. IS THAT HARRY'S MONEY?!" Ron screamed.
"Shut up Ron! Do you want mum to hear?" snapped George "and for your big fat information, it is not Harry's money, it used to be but he gave it to us"
"For the joke shop!" added Fred "and to get you some new robes.whoops"
"You have Harry's money. I CANT BELIEVE YOU TWO!" Ron said, hyperventilating slightly. He then changed his tone to a more interested one rather than accusing; "So, what are you going to do with it?"
"We just said!" Fred said testily "You want me to spell it out? FOR.THE .JOKE.SHOP.OK?"
"I thought you were joking moron! You don't have to be so edgey" retorted Ron
"Well, now that you have realised that we are not joking, and that we have one thousand galleons and that we are planning to spend it on a joke shop."
At this precise moment Mrs Weasley bustled her way into their room.
"And just what are you boys doing up here!!!??? I've been hearing shouting for a while now and then when I call you to dinner there's no answer!"
"Sorry mum" Fred replied jovially "We were, erm, just, just.telling Ron here all about the OWL's. Yes, that's it! The OWL's! Right Ron?"
"Ah yes! Of.Of course, that's it! Yes, fired and George were just telling me that I should study hard and.and.umm.so as not to end up with the type of results that they got! Yep! That's it." Ron said sounding Flustered.
"Yes, well I should that you'd get more OWL's than these two, the only thing they get a lot of are detentions and owls home telling me of what they've done".
"Mmmm, sorry 'bout that mum, wont happen this year, this year you'll get a whole lot of Hogwarts toilet seats sent home!" Fred said earnestly.
"You better not Fred! You better work a lot harder this year! I expect top grades from both of you this year, and no buts!"
"Oh but mum, we have so much more important things to work on!"
"Oh really? Like what?"
"Ah, Looking after ickle Ronniekins here! Him and Harry and Hermione and Ginny" George said ruffling Ron's hair a little harder than necessary.
"Well, that is a good reason, but I still want you boys working hard. Now come down to dinner."
"Right Mum, Of course we'll work hard"
"Yeah, on making our jokes shop work" Fred whispered to his brother.
They both snickered and started down the stairs to dinner.
Chapter One: Realisation
"Money Money Money Money Money Money Money Money Mo-"
"Fred! Would you put a cork in it you great prat!" George bellowed with amusement twinkling in his light blue eyes.
"Sorry mate" replied Fred not meaning it at all.
Fred had been singing this to himself ever since he and his twin brother had received one thousand galleons from their brothers' best friend Harry Potter the previous day. George however was laughing hysterically as the realization finally sunk in that they did actually have some money, for once in their poor lives.
"Alright, I'll stop" said Fred "But first, can I just list off some of the things that I am planning to get with my money."
"Like." George replied, hardly interested
"Well! There's a car, and a new car I mean, with all those silly little muggle gadgets. And a NEW BROOM! Annnnnnnd..a..ummmm..well.GET THIS GEORGE, OUR OWN JOKE SHOP!"
"Hang on a tic" put in George "We did promise Harry to get Ron some new dress robes"
Both the twins laughed evilly at this, picturing Ron in some awfully brightly coloured robes with stripes and spots. Suddenly they realised that there was a loud thumping coming from the room next door.
"Percy" muttered George "he's always so bloody grumpy, stupid git!"
"Ha!" cut in Fred "you should have heard him yesterday evening! Going on about how he was made head of department, and when I told him that nobody cared he basically took my head off! Honestly, I was only speaking the truth!"
Just then an insane grin came over George's extremely freckly face.
"How 'bout we play a prank on him" he said smugly, still grinning in a very unbecoming way "we do have the money to invent something new and really nasty"
"Yes, yes we do, by the way, I'm going to count it, make sure it's all there" Fred said slowly "you start thinking of some terrific Percy punishments"
He then proceeded to reach down under his bed and pull out a heavy purple velvet bag full of gold galleons which he plonked down onto the bed right where Georges' foot was resting.
"Ow, bloody hell Fred!" yelled George "there's a thousand frickin galleons in there if you haven't already noticed!"
"Ah, but we don't know that for sure until we check" replied Fred tapping his nose knowingly.
"Be quiet! We don't want anyone busting in on us" hissed George
At that very moment their unlocked door was roughly pushed open and Ron Weasley walked into the room. Ron walked over to the bed, sat down and turned to Fred.
"I'm bored"
"Well congratulations" replied Fred sarcastically
"Yes" said George "and if you haven't already noticed we are rather busy at this very moment in time so we would appreciate it if you buzzed off"
Ron didn't seem to be listening
"I'm bored and hungry" he said mournfully and pulled out a large sweet wrapped in shiny red paper from his pocket and started to unwrap it.
"I wouldn't it that if I were you" George said mysteriously
"Why not?" snapped Ron
"'Cause it's probably Ton Tongue toffee" replied Fred looking up from his foot (he had been picking at it while waiting for Ron to leave)
"It's not you know! I brought it at Honeydukes!"
"Are you sure?" George questioned with a very knowledgeable look gracing his face.
"Yeah I am" Ron said sounding anything but sure.
"Well, go ahead and eat it then, if your so sure" Fred urged
"I.I.I CANT NOW!" Roared Ron angrily, and he looked down at the pile of Gold resting neatly on Fred's bed. His jaw dropped.
"You know Ron, you look a lot better with your mouth shut" Said Fred calmly.
"Is that, is that. IS THAT HARRY'S MONEY?!" Ron screamed.
"Shut up Ron! Do you want mum to hear?" snapped George "and for your big fat information, it is not Harry's money, it used to be but he gave it to us"
"For the joke shop!" added Fred "and to get you some new robes.whoops"
"You have Harry's money. I CANT BELIEVE YOU TWO!" Ron said, hyperventilating slightly. He then changed his tone to a more interested one rather than accusing; "So, what are you going to do with it?"
"We just said!" Fred said testily "You want me to spell it out? FOR.THE .JOKE.SHOP.OK?"
"I thought you were joking moron! You don't have to be so edgey" retorted Ron
"Well, now that you have realised that we are not joking, and that we have one thousand galleons and that we are planning to spend it on a joke shop."
At this precise moment Mrs Weasley bustled her way into their room.
"And just what are you boys doing up here!!!??? I've been hearing shouting for a while now and then when I call you to dinner there's no answer!"
"Sorry mum" Fred replied jovially "We were, erm, just, just.telling Ron here all about the OWL's. Yes, that's it! The OWL's! Right Ron?"
"Ah yes! Of.Of course, that's it! Yes, fired and George were just telling me that I should study hard and.and.umm.so as not to end up with the type of results that they got! Yep! That's it." Ron said sounding Flustered.
"Yes, well I should that you'd get more OWL's than these two, the only thing they get a lot of are detentions and owls home telling me of what they've done".
"Mmmm, sorry 'bout that mum, wont happen this year, this year you'll get a whole lot of Hogwarts toilet seats sent home!" Fred said earnestly.
"You better not Fred! You better work a lot harder this year! I expect top grades from both of you this year, and no buts!"
"Oh but mum, we have so much more important things to work on!"
"Oh really? Like what?"
"Ah, Looking after ickle Ronniekins here! Him and Harry and Hermione and Ginny" George said ruffling Ron's hair a little harder than necessary.
"Well, that is a good reason, but I still want you boys working hard. Now come down to dinner."
"Right Mum, Of course we'll work hard"
"Yeah, on making our jokes shop work" Fred whispered to his brother.
They both snickered and started down the stairs to dinner.