We aren't really identical. At least I don't think so. He has more freckles than I do, and I have a mole on my arm
that he doesn't have. I think he has bigger feet, too, but I don't think he would ever admit it. And I was born 11 minutes and
43 seconds before he was.
Besides, I am infinitely more charming and handsome than he is.
Of the two of us, I am the planner. That's always how it's worked. Fred comes up with the ideas, I figure out how to do them.
I guess you could say I am the brains behind he operation, and he's the brawn. Of course, there are a few times where the roles are switched,
but not all that often. I'm not nearly as creative as he is, but I have him beat hollow on logic.
I love thinking everything through. I bet you wouldn't have guessed that, eh? Fred loves the end result, the reactions to the final
product. I have to admit, I really enjoy those too. . . especially the look on Dumbridge's froggy face when we concocted that portable
swamp. . . but I love being able to puzzle everything out to get to that end result.
I'm also much more observant than he is. Voyeuristic, Fred calls it. Git. Something could be happening right in front of him, and
unless it came up and started beating him around the head he wouldn't notice it. Unlike me. I notice almost everything.
Like in my family. Ginny is still trying to outdo the Weasley Men and show us all up. I think that comes from being both the youngest
and the only girl. We did baby her a bit. Ickle Ronniekins is so in love with Hermione he can't see straight, but he doesn't realize it yet. I know
I could tell him, but it's much more fun watching him squirm. Charlie thinks he's invincible since he fell off the roof when he was 10. Didn't even
get a scratch on him, so now he goes off and works with the dragons to prove the point. Bill is trying to convince the world he's cool, but he's an
even bigger bookworm than Hermione is, which is definitely saying something. You should see his room! Floor to ceiling books on 3 walls, and they're
all alphabetized. Categorically. Disgusting, really.
Percy is the one who worries me most, though. Yes, I know, he's a great big prat and I should hate him, but I don't. I'm madder than anything
at him, but I can't hate him. I keep thinking there's something I am missing with him, but I can't place my finger on it. Maybe someday, but for now, I'll
have to just assume he's a giant git. I hope I am right about me missing something, though. Doesn't happen all that often, but it happens sometimes.
Did you ever notice that 6 year gap between Charlie and Perce? I didn't for a long time. Fred was actually the one who brought that one up.
And then immediately wished he hadn't. I think we were only about 10, and everyone was home for Christmas. We were sitting in the living room, and
Fred was looking around at everyone with this look of absolute concentration on his face. He kept counting over and over again, and then he finally asked
Mum what had happened that they waited so long to have Perce after Charlie.
It was awful. Dad turned ash white and stared at the floor. I think Bill turned green and Charlie dropped the ornament he was holding, shattered it all
to pieces on the floor. Mum just kind of excused herself and didn't come back out for a while.
See, none of us younger ones knew there were actually 9 Weasley kids. I couldn't believe I hadn't seen it before Fred said something. Like I said, I'm
usually the smart one.
I used to think about what it would be like without having him around. I never came up with a good scenario, either. You can't have Gred and Forge without
Gred. It's just silly, then. I wouldn't have half the amount of fun I have had without him.
Then again, I wouldn't have had half the amount of detentions, either.
It's odd, but I know what he's thinking, sometimes, before he even says anything. I wonder if all twins can do that, or if it's because I know him so
well. Maybe a bit of both, come to think of it.
Sometimes it's a pain to have him know me so well. Like when I wanted to ask Katie to Hogsmeade and he put flyers up all over the quidditch pitch saying as
much. But usually it's not so bad. It's even nice sometimes. I don't have to tell him when he's being a bloody oaf. He just knows. Now, whether he actually
does anything about it is a completely different matter, but at least he knows.
I didn't plan on being "the mature one" as Mum puts it. Honestly, I don't think "mature" an really be used in the same sentence with either Fred or me. It
works out in the long run, though. I mean, someone has to make sure we don't get caught and that our plans go through like they're supposed to. Think of what it would
be like if I left all that to Fred.
The school would be closed. Permanently, I think. I doubt it would be habitable after he was through with it. But it would definitely be fun.
We both knew Mum wouldn't be thrilled with the idea of us opening the joke shop. We knew that before we even started working on the first Canary Cream, but we
both agreed it was something we had to do. I couldn't imagine working in the Ministry, and I think putting Fred in any position of power would be disastrous, so we did the thing
we do best. Pranks. Who knows better than us how to skive off classes? Who else could organize all the toilets on the third floor to sing Christmas Tunes on the last day of classes?
Who else could have found that extra secret passage behind the tapestry of Vivienne the Hardy that isn't even on the Marauder's Map?
Well, the Marauder's might have, bless their black little hearts. But they didn't. And WE did.
It's Fred's dearest ambition to put one of our fake wands into You Know Who's hands at some point in time. I think it's a great idea. Brilliant, actually. Now I just have to figure out HOW.
But, well, that's my job. He comes up with ideas. I make 'em happen.
that he doesn't have. I think he has bigger feet, too, but I don't think he would ever admit it. And I was born 11 minutes and
43 seconds before he was.
Besides, I am infinitely more charming and handsome than he is.
Of the two of us, I am the planner. That's always how it's worked. Fred comes up with the ideas, I figure out how to do them.
I guess you could say I am the brains behind he operation, and he's the brawn. Of course, there are a few times where the roles are switched,
but not all that often. I'm not nearly as creative as he is, but I have him beat hollow on logic.
I love thinking everything through. I bet you wouldn't have guessed that, eh? Fred loves the end result, the reactions to the final
product. I have to admit, I really enjoy those too. . . especially the look on Dumbridge's froggy face when we concocted that portable
swamp. . . but I love being able to puzzle everything out to get to that end result.
I'm also much more observant than he is. Voyeuristic, Fred calls it. Git. Something could be happening right in front of him, and
unless it came up and started beating him around the head he wouldn't notice it. Unlike me. I notice almost everything.
Like in my family. Ginny is still trying to outdo the Weasley Men and show us all up. I think that comes from being both the youngest
and the only girl. We did baby her a bit. Ickle Ronniekins is so in love with Hermione he can't see straight, but he doesn't realize it yet. I know
I could tell him, but it's much more fun watching him squirm. Charlie thinks he's invincible since he fell off the roof when he was 10. Didn't even
get a scratch on him, so now he goes off and works with the dragons to prove the point. Bill is trying to convince the world he's cool, but he's an
even bigger bookworm than Hermione is, which is definitely saying something. You should see his room! Floor to ceiling books on 3 walls, and they're
all alphabetized. Categorically. Disgusting, really.
Percy is the one who worries me most, though. Yes, I know, he's a great big prat and I should hate him, but I don't. I'm madder than anything
at him, but I can't hate him. I keep thinking there's something I am missing with him, but I can't place my finger on it. Maybe someday, but for now, I'll
have to just assume he's a giant git. I hope I am right about me missing something, though. Doesn't happen all that often, but it happens sometimes.
Did you ever notice that 6 year gap between Charlie and Perce? I didn't for a long time. Fred was actually the one who brought that one up.
And then immediately wished he hadn't. I think we were only about 10, and everyone was home for Christmas. We were sitting in the living room, and
Fred was looking around at everyone with this look of absolute concentration on his face. He kept counting over and over again, and then he finally asked
Mum what had happened that they waited so long to have Perce after Charlie.
It was awful. Dad turned ash white and stared at the floor. I think Bill turned green and Charlie dropped the ornament he was holding, shattered it all
to pieces on the floor. Mum just kind of excused herself and didn't come back out for a while.
See, none of us younger ones knew there were actually 9 Weasley kids. I couldn't believe I hadn't seen it before Fred said something. Like I said, I'm
usually the smart one.
I used to think about what it would be like without having him around. I never came up with a good scenario, either. You can't have Gred and Forge without
Gred. It's just silly, then. I wouldn't have half the amount of fun I have had without him.
Then again, I wouldn't have had half the amount of detentions, either.
It's odd, but I know what he's thinking, sometimes, before he even says anything. I wonder if all twins can do that, or if it's because I know him so
well. Maybe a bit of both, come to think of it.
Sometimes it's a pain to have him know me so well. Like when I wanted to ask Katie to Hogsmeade and he put flyers up all over the quidditch pitch saying as
much. But usually it's not so bad. It's even nice sometimes. I don't have to tell him when he's being a bloody oaf. He just knows. Now, whether he actually
does anything about it is a completely different matter, but at least he knows.
I didn't plan on being "the mature one" as Mum puts it. Honestly, I don't think "mature" an really be used in the same sentence with either Fred or me. It
works out in the long run, though. I mean, someone has to make sure we don't get caught and that our plans go through like they're supposed to. Think of what it would
be like if I left all that to Fred.
The school would be closed. Permanently, I think. I doubt it would be habitable after he was through with it. But it would definitely be fun.
We both knew Mum wouldn't be thrilled with the idea of us opening the joke shop. We knew that before we even started working on the first Canary Cream, but we
both agreed it was something we had to do. I couldn't imagine working in the Ministry, and I think putting Fred in any position of power would be disastrous, so we did the thing
we do best. Pranks. Who knows better than us how to skive off classes? Who else could organize all the toilets on the third floor to sing Christmas Tunes on the last day of classes?
Who else could have found that extra secret passage behind the tapestry of Vivienne the Hardy that isn't even on the Marauder's Map?
Well, the Marauder's might have, bless their black little hearts. But they didn't. And WE did.
It's Fred's dearest ambition to put one of our fake wands into You Know Who's hands at some point in time. I think it's a great idea. Brilliant, actually. Now I just have to figure out HOW.
But, well, that's my job. He comes up with ideas. I make 'em happen.