It wasn't supposed to happen. They were just playing a game of Tickle — or rather, George was tickling Fred and Fred was laughing.
And then his arse exploded.
George really did try to handle the situation on his own — he wiped the poop off with a towel and proceeded to cast Incendio on the mess. But the diaper-changing bit…
"Er, Angelina?" And then he remembered that Angelina was in the back garden, damn her. "Oi, Angelina!"
A lengthy sigh came from the garden "What?"
George held the poop-covered child as far as away as possible without putting him on the floor, where he would dirty the carpet. "Fred has had a little, er, explosion."
"Explosion?" Angelina appeared in the doorway, her nose wrinkled. "I thought it was your turn to take care of it!"
"No way, I did it last time!" George protested. "Remember? While you were out gallivanting with my sister and her friends?"
"We were reporting on a Quidditch match," Angelina said pointedly.
"But it's still your turn!"
"...Fine." Angelina pulled off her tan gardening gloves, tossed them on the counter, and approached George and Fred warily. "Give him to me, I'll clean him up. Meanwhile, you can finish mucking the flower bed and pruning the roses. Mind you, don't get caught on the thorns again. Last time was embarrassing enough...for you."
"Oi!" George protested, reddening as a vivid memory of the incident flashed before his eyes. His pants had gotten caught on one of the thorns and ripped a clean hole through the backside. "At least they finally got a good look at my fantastic arse."
Angelina smirked, rolling her eyes. And then her smile melted as she gazed at Fred, who was staring innocently at her, a mischievous smile on his chubby face.
"Merlin, George, he really is your son."
Five years later
"...Tell us another story about Dad, Mum!" Fred begged, his lower lip jutting out pleadingly. Roxanne, who could barely speak, nodded vigorously.
"...All right, I've got a good one," Angelina said, a wicked smile appearing on her face. "Your dad was — er — doing some work for Mum outside and his pants got caught on the ro —"
"Angelina!"
Angelina turned and there was her husband standing in the doorway, scowling. "All right, I think it's time to hear one of Mum's embarrassing stories…"
"Don't you dare —"
"So have you heard about that one time your Mum tried to prank someone with a Dungbomb? Snape caught her, and she had to clean the entire Potions classroom by herself…"
"Shut up, George, that was only one time." It was hard to tell in the dim lighting, but Angelina's cheeks were tinted pink.
"And then she tried to do it again —"
"George!"
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Assignment 4, Survival Skills Task 12 - Write about someone cleaning something.
Skyscraper, Floor 4 - (color) tan
Founder Says - Godric - 2. "Shut up, [name], that was only one time."
Build a Better Breakfast - 3. Eggs
Pick a Wick - 16. Hot Fudge Brownie
1000 - 544. (color) tan
365 - 105. Final
