A/N: Sorry if the characterizations are bit off, Fred and George (I find) tend to be the most difficult characters to right because the reader of the Harry Potter series only sees them as a united teenaged team, we don't get much insight into their relationship to each other.

"I should be able to choose the weapon this time," said George unpacking their toy.

"Why should you? I'm oldest," Fred bragged.

"You don't know that," George said with the wind of his breath blowing through the hole left by his baby two front teeth of his top jaw.

"Yes, I do!" Fred shook his head like know-it-all Percy, wind blowing through the hole left by his baby two front teeth from his bottom jaw. This has got to be the only time in George and Fred's lives that people would be able to tell them apart.

"Percy!" George shouted.

"What." Percy came to the door at looked down at Fred and George building some kind of miniature war weapon. "Who's oldest?" George asked innocently.

"Yeah, Perce, who's oldest?"

Percy sighed and rolled his eyes, "I don't know."

"How could you not know? You carry the stopwatch around all the bloody time!" Fred said rudely.

"It's a pocket watch," Percy glared.

"Same thing," George shrugged.

"It is not!" Percy said hotly. "Anyway, I got it after you arrived."

"Charlie!" George roared.

Charlie arrived in a flash and leaned against the door, "I'm not going to be a test for another one of you man-made miniature weapons."

"This is not what this about," said Fred.

"Who's oldest?" asked George.

"Bill, then me, then-"

"No, of me and George."

"Dummy," said George.

"Don't call me a dummy, dummy. I don't know, to answer your question."

"That is not true," said Fred.

"We can see it in your eyes," agreed George.

Percy rolled his eyes and walked away from the door.

"Fine, we'll ask Bill," Fred acted like he had one-upped Charlie somehow. "BIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLLL," Fred howled and George joined in. "BILL! BILL! BILL! BILL! BILL! BILL!"

There was a thud of boots that jumped to the bottom step and then the landing. "You better shut up you know mum is real tired. What is it?"

"Who's oldest?"

"I am," said Bill without a beat.

"No, of me and George," said Fred.

"Oh… That," Bill looked at Charlie.

"Well, you see… Mum and dad didn't get there until after you were born."

"What? That makes no sense?" Fred eyed Bill suspiciously.

"Well, mum and dad were late to pick you up. They were very upset about it," explained Bill sincerely. "Pick us up from where? We came from inside the tummy, that's how it works."

"But not mummy's tummy."

"That's not true."

"Yes, it is, it's called adoption," explained Charlie.

"You said you didn't know," said George.

"I said I didn't know when you were born," Charlie corrected.

"Well, we're not adopted. We just want to know who's oldest?"

"I said I don't know! And you most definitely are adopted! You two and Perce, brothers? As if!"

"Maybe he's adopted," suggested Fred.

"We're more like you than him," nodded George.

"Trust me, I saw it all," said Bill giving off the impression he saw a lot the day Percy was born. "What's our real mummy's name then?"

"Karen," Charlie shrugged but something was off about his answer, the way he hesitated before saying the name.

Fred and George eyed each other.

"Ok," Fred shrugged.

"Thanks, Bill," George smiled. They seemed oddly content with their answer.

"Well, Fred and George seemed to tire themselves out today, doing what, I don't know," Molly said to Arthur as she put out the plates and he put the food on the table. "So, they had a nap."

"You're sure they're really tired?" said Arthur as he sat down next to Charlie. "Yes, I was in disbelief too but I woke them up about five minutes ago, Fred! George!"

Arthur asked Bill to pass the peas when there was a thunder coming down the stairs. "Arrgggghhhhh!" the roar of two young boys and there was flying pellets of something small and mushy. Under fire, Arthur looked over and saw George plunge a bright orange toy into a potato. "Fred! George! What are you doing?" Molly yelled. "Tell us!" Fred help up the toy in Bill's direction and George held his in Percy's. "Tell you what?" Arthur said.

"Who's oldest?"

"What? You wasted two potatoes to know which is oldest?" Molly was astounded at the Twin's performance. "Yeah, but we had to punish Bill, Charlie and Percy for trying to convince us we're adopted."

"I had no part in this!" defended Percy looking desperately at his mother to believe him.

"But we didn't buy it," George said proudly, ignoring Percy.

"Sit at the table you two, when you throw out the potatoes don't throw them with our regular garbage, the Gnomes are vicious with those things. No holes in my windows!"

"Does that mean we get to use our beaters bats?" Fred smiled.

"Cool!" said George.