Our dearest friend, Snape
Okay! So where did we end off? Oh yes, when we first –George, why are you staring at me like that?!
Nothing.
Alright...well I think that –George why do you keep looking at me like that?
No reason.
I don't believe you!
I guess I can't hide anything from you dear brother. Well Fred, I think you accidentally ate a – er – canary cream.
WHAT?
Hey! You told me to tell you!
Please tell me I don't look like a pigeon.
Canary.
Whatever.
Umm..you don't look like a canary.
O phew! Then why d'you keep looking at me like I look like one?
Because you do.
WHAT? You idiot you just said I didn't!
Yeah, but you told me to.
George! You worthless flobberworm!
Hey! I resent that...
Yeah, well I resent the fact that I look like a crow!
Canary!
Whatever!!!
Well I certainly had nothing to do with it!
Sure you didn't. I'm going to have to find an antidote for this.
No worries Fred! I'll just continue the story.
Cha! Right, like I'd let you do it on your own!
But Fred, you look like a bloody bird!
Lay off George! I've had enough of you! First the brain freezing chew—
Well that WAS funny!
Then the 'eau-de-toilet' cologne!
That's toilette!
Whatever! The point is, you're starting to become my enemy and—
FRED! You're a bloody genius!
...I am? I mean, of course I am!
We can continue the story with some of our – ahem – 'friends'.
Oh, I see where this is going! Lets start of with our old pal, you-know-who.
VOLDERMORT?!?!
Shh! No you git! I mean a certain greasy haired professor...
"WEASLEY"
Fred nervously scampered up to Snape's desk. "You called sir?"
"Both of you!" he hissed, "get up here now," he said, pointing at George.
George grinned sheepishly. "Oh you mean me?"
"I don't see any other Weasleys in the classroom," Snape said coldly as George got up from his table and stood next to Fred.
Snape looked hesitantly at the twins, who had identical mischievous grins. "Which one of you is Mr. George Weasley?" Snape asked, and made it sound of those it was painful to say his name.
"I am sir," Fred said, grinning at his brother.
"No I'm George, Professor," George sniggered, "Or wait. Are you George?"
"I'm not sure," Fred said slowly as the twins could see Snape's temples throbbing violently.
"I've always thought you were Fred," George said, narrowing his eyes.
"Really? I think I look more like a George," Fred replied, pretending to look confused, "maybe even a Jacob."
George stepped back to look at Fred, as though he were an artist admiring his work. "I see what you mean. I don't see you being a Jacob, I do see you being a George."
"You really think so?" Fred snickered, "Hey! You look like a George too!"
"That's because we look the same dear brother," George said as he patted Fred on the back.
"ENOUGH!" Snape yelled as he ran out of the dungeons shouting things like 'I should have never applied for this bloody job.'
"You know what Fred," George smiled
"What?"
"I think we just made a friend."