Hey everyone! Happy December! Enjoy the (hopefully) first update, and (also hopefully) not last, of the twelfth month of 2010! Hope it was worth the wait!

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Diagon Alley. They'd done what their mother had said was impossible. The Weasley Twins had opened a joke shop. And they'd get that money from Ludo Bagman soon enough too. It was the work of a lifetime. The shop was large and imposing and purple. It had a large and imposing and yellow sign. Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes was large and imposing and multicoloured. It was also small and charming and had the same hue of madness all over it.

Fred turned around to George, he was grinning. The expression was mirrored by his twin. Their eyes were slightly glittery from tears that might or might not have existed.

"This is it, Fred" said George. He sighed. "I'm nervous," he admitted.

"Yeah, same," Fred agreed. "Can't we get Harry to do it?".

"Yeah. This is his fault," George smiled, "He should have to do this,".

They looked the key in George's hand and thought about their friends in Hogwarts. Lee, Katie, Angelina, Alicia, Ginny, Ron, Harry, Hermione...

"We'll do it together," they said in sync. Fred grasped the bottom half of the key. Slowly, scaredly, they fit the key into the lock. Everything was louder than it should have been. The lock clanged so loudly, George wondered why nobody was looking.

The door swung open. The shop was silent. You could have heard a pinhead fall off a pin. Fred and George were marvelling at the shop. It was theirs, every single square yard. Of course they had seen it before. They'd had to look through it before they bought it, but now they owned it. The front room was filled with boxes of stuff. It still didn't look like it belonged there. A box falling off one of the shelves with a loud thump brought them back to earth.

The twins jumped in sync. They laughed. The walls were a really nice shade of mahogany. The ceiling was a lighter king of timber. There were shelves every so often embedded into the walls and tables built into the floor. There was a message written on one in the dust. Wash Me Please. George walked over a drew a smiley face in dust next to the writing along with the words: Will Do Thanks. He turned back to the shop.

There was an old-fashioned cash register on the counter. Fred ran over to it and pressed the 5 button. DING!

"That was a cool noise, George!" giggled Fred; he seemed a little out of it. George walked over from the table to see what was so exciting. He pressed the 9 button. PONG! He laughed. 723447 translated to BONG DANG PANG BING BING BONG!

Fred pushed George out of the way.

"You do it like this, moron!" he yelled and pressed 6855577, PING DONG DING DING DING DING BONG BONG! They went back and forth like that trying to play the most complicated rhythms. George ended up on the ground laughing after Fred had had to use all of his fingers and his nose to play a bunch of hemidemisemiquavers.

Fred started laughing again and held his nose carefully.

"Are you okay?" asked George through his mirth.

"Owwww! I think I shattered my nose there a little bit," he breathed. Fred prided himself on his moderately high pain threshold.

" You sure?" George was the more cautious one, although there still wasn't that much difference.

"Yes! I'm bloody sure!" Fred was never that patient, but neither of them was blessed with that particular virtue. He tapped his nose. The swelling immediately went down. He eyed the lever that stuck out of his side of the cash register. When his nose had totally gone down, Fred yanked it down hard. The lever came down smoothly. Then Fred registered George's oooff-ing as the tray shot out of the machine into his stomach.

"Yarr! My revenge is neigh!" yelled Fred with his arms in the air.

"Yeah... sure..." George was winded.

"Alright?" asked Fred, a guilty expression on his face. George gave him a thumbs-up. When he was breathing properly again, George had his turn firing the 'Tray of Doom' as he called it. Fred and George spent the rest of day seeing how far they could get to go and enjoying their last day of childhood.

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So... what did you think? Personally I think this is what they would act like if they suddenly achieved the thing they'd only wanted to do from the moment they'd started Hogwarts, however I am the 'Insane Giggler' so don't listen to me unless there's a hot guy or a cute dog involved. Vote for the next chapter in the poll! I swear the choices do range. Promise.

Later, Katie