In the morning, after stealing from Filch's office George woke up to his brother Fred staring down at him. George groaned as he tried to roll over and go back to sleep, his twin wan not the first thing he wanted to see when he woke up.
"No you don't!" exclaimed Fred grabbing his brother keeping George from rolling over.
"You had to interrupt a good dream with your ugly face," complained George.
"You are wearing the same face," countered Fred.
"That's where you're wrong," objected George, "You see, I'm the good looking twin and you're not."
"You stupid git! We're identical!" cried Fred.
"Just ask he'll tell you that I'm the better looking one."
"You're both ugly," mumbled Lee into his pillow before he could be asked anything.
"Yeah?" came back George sitting up. "Well, you're just a booger!"
Lee raised a hand in a wave of 'thanks' for he had no desire or energy to give an answer.
"So why were you sitting over me this morning?" asked George tuning from Lee.
"I don't know," shrugged Fred. "Just thought I'd annoy the crap out of you."
"Well, it worked," answered George sliding back down into his bed wishing he thought of doing it to Fred first.
"You can't go back to sleep now!" objected Fred.
"And why not?"
"We have a castle to explore and pranks to pull."
"Fine," agreed George, "You coming with Lee?"
Lee gave out a grunt and pulled his covers over his head.
"I'll take that as a no," remarked George getting out of his bed.
It did not take long for the twins to get dressed and head for breakfast.
"So what's on the agenda little brother?" asked George as the two took a seat at the Gryffindor table.
"Little brother?" demanded Fred.
"Well, I am older," shrugged George. "So that makes you my little brother."
"Older by what? A minute and a half?"
"Ah, the simplicities of sibling rivalry," bemused Dumbeldore as he passed by Fred and George.
"Is it just me or is Dumeldore really off his rocker?" asked Fred in a hushed tone once Dumbeldore was out of earshot.
"Normally, I would say it's you," answered George, "but Dumbeldore's off his rocker."
"Just checking."
George nodded and then asked, "So what is first on the agenda?"
"How about we try to sneak into Hogsmeade?"
"I've always wanted to go," remarked George, "Out dung bomb supply is running low."
"That's why I thought it would be a good idea."
"We should pick up some revealing ink as well," added George.
"And why is that?" demanded Fred.
"I've been thinking about that bit of parchment we nicked from Filches office."
"Not that blasted thing!"
"Yes that 'blasted thing' why would Filch have it in his drawer if it is nothing more than a blank bit of parchment?"
"Never thought of that," admitted Fred.
"That's why I'm the smart one."
"So you're the smart one and the good looking one?" demanded Fred.
"You said it," grinned George.