A/N: This was something random we wrote one day out of boredom, we thought it was funny, so El told me to type it up. It is a bit mental...but funny, so it works!
Mwah ha ha!
The Banjo music played steadily on as the Weasley family finished their dinner.
"Great dinner maw!" Fred and George said in unison.
"Call me 'mum'. Just because we're having Kentucky Fried Chicken you do not need to act all American! And Ginny, will you STOP playing the banjo!" Molly Weasley shouted over the din.
The glinging slowly died. Ginny put the banjo down and looked sad.
"And take off that ridiculous outfit."
Ginny took off the dungarees and checked shirt, leaving her sitting in greying long johns.
"Hyuk!" said Ginny.
"NO! Bad!" shouted Molly hitting Ginny with a newspaper.
Secretly, Bill and Charlie had been barn dancing in the corner. When the music stopped they came to a halt, until they heard the native hill-billy tune being played, by blowing over the mouth of a jug coming from just outside the kitchen window.
Looking at each other, the dance slowly turned into one of flapping your arms out like a chicken and bending your legs just so, hopping from one foot to another.
"Hyuk!" muttered Ginny, dodging Molly's paper.
Mrs Weasley went storming over to the window ledge and pulled the offender through.
Harry looked at her sheepishly and held out his big pottery jug.
"Sorry mam, just out for a corn pickin' hill-billy walk an' blowin' mah jug."
"What!" Molly cried. Why did they always get like this over a damn KFC?
Harry rolled his eyes and explained in a way usually reserved for very thick five year olds, "Ah am…blowin'…ma jug…"
Hee hee hee...
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