George Weasley chose this time to walk into the room holding a cup of coffee that was stolen from under his mother's nose. He was wearing a fluffy bathrobe that was the same colour as his slippers. Blue.
He took one look at Fred's shocked face and chuckled.
"Realistic, isn't it? I made it myself. I thought that it would be mum who walked in here, to yell at me or something. Thought I'd leave her a nice surprise. Sorry that you found it before her, though." George said.
"That was ruddy brilliant! How'd you do that?" Fred exclaimed.
"Well, don't tell anyone," he said, leaning in close." But I was thinking we could start a joke shop."
"A joke shop?"
"Yeah, a joke shop. I made this myself" George said, pointing to the clone.
"We could sell that for ten galleons at least!" Fred said, his eyes getting wide.
"Yup. My thoughts exactly." George grinned the grin that girls loved so much.