One of the most random things I've ever written. I'm in a fredngeorge mood, so...happy 19th of May!
Molly Weasley was attempting to clean up the mess that her children had made a few moments prior. Sticky red jam was smeared across the door, and she could not, for the life of her, ever remember having strawberry jam in her house. She would never put anything past her boys though, because even now that her oldest was off away in another country and her youngest was taller then the door to the shed, they were still as rambunctious as they had been ten years ago. Ginny had never given her any problems like her boys had, and for that she was grateful.
Crinkling her nose at the state of the china cupboard, Molly realized her job of cleaning up the downstairs would take more then just a few minutes. She supposed it was her own fault for leaving her children, plus Harry who was staying with them for the summer, alone in the house all afternoon. She supposed the twins had conjured up some jam and decided it looked better on the kitchen ceiling then it did the bread.
Deciding that the living room looked sufficient enough for a few moments, she decided to start on the kitchen, where she knew most of the mess would be. Entering the kitchen, she promptly dropped the 'Merelda's Incredible Cleaning Potion' bottle she had been holding as she noticed two identical, jam covered red heads snogging by the sink.
"Fred and George Weasley!" Molly gasped in surprise, not bothering to care that her cleaning potion was spilling all over the floor.
"Sorry mum," Fred shouted, "George had a bit of jam on him, was just trying to get it off!"