Fred and George walked around Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes as they finished stocking the shelves, the rush from the shoppers almost buying out all of their products.
"I feel bad for whichever professor is getting the dung bombs." Fred snorted.
George grinned, "I feel bad for the one on the receiving end of the puking pastille's. glad we won't be there."
Fred finished shoving their dung bombs in the proper places and waved his wand to break down the boxes and fly them outside.
"George, I'm thinking of proposing." Fred said, turning around and watching his twin's reaction.
"Oh Freddie! Of course I say yes!" George teased, using a high girly voice.
Fred nudged him playfully, "that's not what I mean and you know it. When I visited her in Japan the summer after her first year, the muggle's do things differently and with her being muggle-born and everything I want to do something for her. She always got this dreamy look when she talked about it, when I asked her."
"Are you going to bring it up to mum?" George asked.
Fred shrugged, "is that all you have to say about it?"
George sighed and smiled, "it's about time mate. You two have been together for eight years, I half expected you two to elope after the Umbridge incident or hell after she graduated last year."
Fred heaved a relived sigh as George hugged him both laughing.
"You're getting married, mate." George said, pulling back and holding him by the shoulders.
"D'you think she'll say yes?" Fred asked, nerves creeping into his voice.
"Of course she will you two were made for each other. Come on, lets go tell mum!" George exclaimed excitedly.
Fred released the breathe he was holding and nodded, smiling at his twins acceptance.