I forgot the disclaimer! I own nothing! I wish I did, but I don't.
Three hours later, the family was emerging from a rest stop. Fred and George were helping themselves to their second Snickers bar each. Ginny chewed some bubble gum. Ron took his first sip of a soft drink, but immediately spat it out all over the ground. "Blech!"
"Oh Ronnie!" Mrs. Weasley said. "We can't waste it."
"I'll take it!" Bill said. Mrs. Weasley eyed him skeptically. "All my Muggle-born friends love them and I've been dying to try one." Molly handed him the soda. He took a sip. "Not bad." He put it back to his lips and began to chug. All 8 Weasleys watched in awe as Bill chugged the entire bottle in one gulp. A stunned silence followed.
"You do know you'll never make it through the rest of the trip without you having to go to the bathroom." Percy told him.
"Yeah, I know." Bill looked rather proud of himself.
No sooner had they hit the highway when Percy announced, "I'm done with all my homework."
"Excellent Percy!" Molly beamed. "You know, it wouldn't kill the rest of you to get a head start on your homework." She aimed her last remark to her oldest sons who also attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Suddenly the bottle of soda kicked in and Bill gave an almighty belch.
Charlie, who was sitting next to Bill, stated in awe, "Woah! That was disgusting!"
"I guess we all know where Bill stands on the homework discussion." George giggled.
Molly however, looked positively appalled. "WILLIAM ARTHUR WEASLEY!"
"Excuse me." Bill said, his face as red as his hair. Everyone except Molly and Percy laughed hysterically.
"Arthur!" Molly snapped at her husband. "Don't encourage that!" That just made everyone laugh even harder. The laughter died though as the hour progressed. Ginny and Molly started playing tic-tac-toe. Percy was reading. Charlie stared intensely out the window. Ron drew Quidditch pictures. Bill was attempting to juggle three pen caps. Fred and George however, had nothing to do. Suddenly George whispered something in Fred's ear and they both burst into a fit of giggles. George rolled down the window and Fred took out a camera.
"What are you doing?" Charlie asked coming out of his doze.
"Nothing." The twins replied innocently.
"Yeah right." Bill muttered.
"George go!" Fred told his brother. George grinned mischievously, rested his elbow on the lowered window, and stuck his finger right up his nose for all lucky passer-by to see. Fred burst out laughing hysterically, which Molly ignored until she heard the camera's repeated clicks. She turned and gasped, "GEORGE WEASLEY! TAKE THAT FINGER OUT OF YOUR NOSE IMMEDIATELY!" The twins were beside themselves with laughter and the rest of the Weasley siblings (save Percy who muttered, "So immature.") were snickering uncontrollably.
"What were you taking pictures of?" Ron asked admiringly.
"People's reactions." Fred said with an evil grin. They laughed again.
"That's enough! Camera, Fredrick. Now." Molly held her hand out. Fred slowly handed over the camera.
"Fredrick." Ron giggled.
"Shut it Ronald." Fred snapped.
"Hey!" Molly scolded.
Around 5 o'clock, when Ron's stomach broke the silence that had fallen in the past few hours, the family decided it was time to eat. Arthur pulled into a Muggle restaurant called Chili's. Bill and Charlie headed for the restroom while the rest of the family followed a waiter to their seats. Fred, George, Ginny, and Ron, who had never been inside a Muggle restaurant, looked as if the Chili's was the most fascinating place on Earth. The waiter eyed them strangely. Once they were seated, the waiter asked what they would have to drink.
"BUTTERBEER!" The twins screamed. The waiter looked as if he was about to have an aneurism at the thought of two little boys ordering any sort of beer.
"Aren't they just the funniest things? Their teacher thinks they're a scream." Arthur tried to cover up for his sons.
"Dad, we don't - " They were about to say 'go to school,' but Arthur interrupted.
"I know you don't really want beer." Arthur tried to get the twins to shut up yet again. They got it this time. As the Weasleys were ordering their drinks, Bill and Charlie joined them again.
"Sorry we took so long." Bill said.
"Yeah, Muggle towel dispensers are really – " Charlie stopped mid-sentence. He had been about to say 'confusing,' but then he noticed the waiter giving him a very strange look. "Er…can I have some water please?" He tried to change the subject.
"…Sure." The waiter said, eyeing the entire family strangely. Drinks and appetizers were brought to the table, which gave Fred and George another idea. They took their chips and salsa and started adding sugar, salt, and pepper to them. Bill looked at them.
"You two are so weird." Then he took the lemon from his drink and squeezed it into their concoction. Charlie added some hot sauce, Fred threw in a bit of his chocolate shake, Bill contributed a few drops of coke, and George happily topped it with ketchup.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? No! No! Look at this mess!" Molly, who had just happened to glance their way, cried. Her 4 sons turned their big blue eyes on their mother. Each face held a you-wouldn't-hurt-your-baby-would-you? expression. "Fred and George I can almost understand behaving this immaturely, but you two? You're supposed to be older and more responsible."
"Yeah Bill. Shame on you." Charlie turned to his older brother.
"What? She said us TWO, as in BOTH of us. You AND me."
"Well yeah, but you're older than me. Therefore you are responsible for my actions."
"Whatever."