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A/N: Heya, fellahs! This is my first fic, so be gentle, but please do review with suggestions for me. Thanks ever so much!
Chapter One: The Announcement
For what seemed like ages, George Weasley, mischief-maker extraordinaire, had been applying to all-Muggle colleges in every country he wouldn't mind visiting. Finally, after he thought he'd never get a reply, he received a letter of acceptance from a school in the States' vast Rocky Mountains. Its name: The Colorado School of Mines, an engineering school.
After stashing the letter away from his identical twin, Fred's, prying eyes, George decided to inform his mum of his plans.
"A Muggle School!"
"…Yep."
"How exactly do you suppose you're going to fit in in a place like that! And why!"
"Well… there're wizards running around all over the Muggle community, right? And, uhm… well, I could get a degree in chemical engineering and could expand WWW's clientele into the Muggle world. They like jokes too, I'm quite certain."
Mrs. Weasley sighed and told George she'd have to discuss the matter with her husband before she allowed her dear son to go racing off without her guidance along the way.
A few hours later…"And how exactly does he hope to go undiscovered as a wizard? Those Muggles pick up on more than you'd think."
"That's exactly what I asked, a bedraggled-looking Molly Weasley replied.
"And what's Fred planning on learning about at this 'School of Minds'?"
"Mines, dear, School of Mines… and George didn't say a word about Fred," a look of worry flooded into Mrs. Weasley's eyes, you don't suppose he'd just up and leave poor ol' Freddie, do you?'
"Certainly not, Molly. I'm sure we just haven't heard Fred's ideas on the matter yet.
Little did the herd of ginger children's parents know that Mr. Fred Weasley was headed towards the kitchen in search of a snackie and had heard most of their conversation. He was very confused to say the least and decided to investigate the matter that very instant.
George was trying to figure out how to make a candy that would allow the eater to listen to a variety of songs while they ate it, when his flustered-looking twin burst into their bedroom. Fred stopped and tried to put up an air of nonchalance for his twin. George could see straight through it.
"So, Freddie-boy, what's all this hubbub about?" George inquired.
"Oh, nothing, nothing. I was just listening to Mum and Dad downstairs," George's eyes grew round and panicky.
"Is that so?" he managed to say.
"It's so. I was just wondering what role I played in your going to the States to pursue a Muggle education. Maybe the abandoned, but ever-loving twin brother?" Fred inquired dramatically.
"Err…but I'm not abandoning you. We'll keep in touch. They've got this thing called 'electronic mail.' We could—"
"George, why didn't you tell me?"
"Well, I, uh, I didn't think you'd take kindly to the idea, y'know? Didn't expect you'd appreciate the beauty of it all."
"And what beauty, exactly, would that be?"
"Well, if I know more about Muggle chemistry, we could produce magic-free merchandise too. Double our customers. Wouldn't that be groovy?"
Fred stood there, in deep thought, stroking his chin.
"Well, I guess that would be a right logical marketing decision, Georgie…"
"Exactly, mate! And it's not like I'll be gone forever. I'll just be there long enough to learn a bit, right?"
"Uh-huh. How did you expect to pay for this, then?"
George looked worry-stricken. How was he going to pay for it? He hadn't given that a single thought.
"Well, I, er—"
"Perhaps we could use some of the WWW's profits, then, eh? D'you suppose that'd do?"
A giant weight lifted off of George's chest.
"Yeah, I do suppose that'd work. Thanks, Freddie-boy."
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