-Chapter 2-
-Getting Down and Dirty-
"Fred and George Weasley! Get out of here with those muddy feet!"
Fred and George screamed with glee ad they ran around the living room after tramping through the mud in Mrs. Weasley's flower garden. They stained the carpet and walked on the couches, staining those too with dark brown mud. Mrs. Weasley began chasing after them and soon Ginny and Ron joined in, yelling and squealing at the sight of their red faced and haired mother chasing down the twins. Mrs. Weasley flopped down on her muddy couch, gasping for breath between her laughter and the twosome took this as their cue to exit the living room out through the kitchen door.
They slapped each other on their backs, congratulating each other.
"Good job, bro!" Fred said giving George a hearty slap.
"You too!" George returned the slap with amplified force.
"No. You were the best!" Fed knocked George to the ground. George recoiled and threw Fred to the ground. A muddy battle ensued between the two, arguing that the other twin was better. They rolled and yelled in good fun around in the mud, knocking into bushes and squishing flowers until both five year olds were out of breath.
They lie on the ground, panting. George let out a giggle. Fred joined in with a small laugh and soon the two were in hysterics. Percy found them that way, lying in mum's garden laughing like they were nutters.
"You two are so immature." Percy stated matter-of-factly.
"I bet a million billion galleons you don't know what that word even means." George pushed through his giggles.
"Yes I do!" Percy said indignantly.
"Prove it." Their little voices said together. The twins sat up,
interested to see if Percy really knew what it meant.
"Immature: 1. Not fully grown or developed. 2. Marked by or suggesting a lack of normal maturity: silly, immature behavior." Percy smirked at his younger siblings, "Immature."
George looked at Fred, his blue eyes wide with sarcasm.
Fred shouted, " Percy, didn't we tell you not to read the dictionary for 'fun'? There are better books!"
Percy's face went the famous Weasley red and he charged at the two boys. The yelped and scurried into the house, receiving even more shouts from their mother because they were still muddy. They laughed and ran to their room slamming the door. Fred and George fell panting to the ground. They loved making Percy mad. He was so . . . stuck up.
George said so and Fred added his own comment, "Yeah he's got a big head!"
"Big Head Boy!" they laughed in unison. While Fred was laughing his eyes fell on George's blue velvet book. His blue eyes grew wide with a smile. He remembered the exploding gum. The smile was thrown aside by a mischievous grin spreading across the lower part of his face.
George noticed it, "What?"
Fred was just about to climb into his bunk to retrieve his own book, when he noticed the grime on his hands. He didn't want to mess up his new book.
"What?" George asked again. He stood in the middle of their bedroom and watched Fred run into their bathroom. He ran to the sink and washed his hands, and after the mirror gave a comment, ("Come back and wash the rest of you too! Filthy child!") he climbed the ladder to his bunk and retrieved his own book. Fred climbed back down and beckoned George over to their candy corner.
George hopped over, very curious. Fred had opened his book to the page he had shown George last night. George too watched with mirth as the people tried the exploding gum. He still couldn't get what the point was though.
"What?"
Fred beamed at the question, "We'll make Percy his very own candy!"
"I don't want to give him any of our candy!" his blue eyes flashing with anger.
Fred rolled his eyes and sighed, "No. We'll make it DO something to him."
George finally got the point and beamed exactly like his twin, though his grin was a bit more lopsided. "Big Head Candy!"
"Yes siree!"
Laughter rang through the door and Molly Weasley wondered what her two little mischief-makers were doing behind the closed door of their bedroom as she passed by.
-Getting Down and Dirty-
"Fred and George Weasley! Get out of here with those muddy feet!"
Fred and George screamed with glee ad they ran around the living room after tramping through the mud in Mrs. Weasley's flower garden. They stained the carpet and walked on the couches, staining those too with dark brown mud. Mrs. Weasley began chasing after them and soon Ginny and Ron joined in, yelling and squealing at the sight of their red faced and haired mother chasing down the twins. Mrs. Weasley flopped down on her muddy couch, gasping for breath between her laughter and the twosome took this as their cue to exit the living room out through the kitchen door.
They slapped each other on their backs, congratulating each other.
"Good job, bro!" Fred said giving George a hearty slap.
"You too!" George returned the slap with amplified force.
"No. You were the best!" Fed knocked George to the ground. George recoiled and threw Fred to the ground. A muddy battle ensued between the two, arguing that the other twin was better. They rolled and yelled in good fun around in the mud, knocking into bushes and squishing flowers until both five year olds were out of breath.
They lie on the ground, panting. George let out a giggle. Fred joined in with a small laugh and soon the two were in hysterics. Percy found them that way, lying in mum's garden laughing like they were nutters.
"You two are so immature." Percy stated matter-of-factly.
"I bet a million billion galleons you don't know what that word even means." George pushed through his giggles.
"Yes I do!" Percy said indignantly.
"Prove it." Their little voices said together. The twins sat up,
interested to see if Percy really knew what it meant.
"Immature: 1. Not fully grown or developed. 2. Marked by or suggesting a lack of normal maturity: silly, immature behavior." Percy smirked at his younger siblings, "Immature."
George looked at Fred, his blue eyes wide with sarcasm.
Fred shouted, " Percy, didn't we tell you not to read the dictionary for 'fun'? There are better books!"
Percy's face went the famous Weasley red and he charged at the two boys. The yelped and scurried into the house, receiving even more shouts from their mother because they were still muddy. They laughed and ran to their room slamming the door. Fred and George fell panting to the ground. They loved making Percy mad. He was so . . . stuck up.
George said so and Fred added his own comment, "Yeah he's got a big head!"
"Big Head Boy!" they laughed in unison. While Fred was laughing his eyes fell on George's blue velvet book. His blue eyes grew wide with a smile. He remembered the exploding gum. The smile was thrown aside by a mischievous grin spreading across the lower part of his face.
George noticed it, "What?"
Fred was just about to climb into his bunk to retrieve his own book, when he noticed the grime on his hands. He didn't want to mess up his new book.
"What?" George asked again. He stood in the middle of their bedroom and watched Fred run into their bathroom. He ran to the sink and washed his hands, and after the mirror gave a comment, ("Come back and wash the rest of you too! Filthy child!") he climbed the ladder to his bunk and retrieved his own book. Fred climbed back down and beckoned George over to their candy corner.
George hopped over, very curious. Fred had opened his book to the page he had shown George last night. George too watched with mirth as the people tried the exploding gum. He still couldn't get what the point was though.
"What?"
Fred beamed at the question, "We'll make Percy his very own candy!"
"I don't want to give him any of our candy!" his blue eyes flashing with anger.
Fred rolled his eyes and sighed, "No. We'll make it DO something to him."
George finally got the point and beamed exactly like his twin, though his grin was a bit more lopsided. "Big Head Candy!"
"Yes siree!"
Laughter rang through the door and Molly Weasley wondered what her two little mischief-makers were doing behind the closed door of their bedroom as she passed by.
