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George was sprawled on the couch scratching his head absent mildly, and staring at the ceiling which had attracted his attention at the current moment. Fred was on the chair opposite of the couch, his legs dangling over the arm, and was whistling some random tune that he had heard from the radio earlier in the morning. Both brothers had come home for the holidays from their fourth year at Hogwarts, and were terribly bored. Their dear old mum had taken away all of their pranks and trinkets, and had left them with really nothing in their room except books. And books were defiantly no fun at all!

Fred's eyes roamed from the clock showing where each Weasly was at, to the coffee table laying in the center of the room. On the table where some shiny thimbles next to some bright red and gold yarn that their mother had been using yesterday to sew with. She was planning to make some Gryffindor sweaters for everyone much to the boys amusement, due to the fact that no one were very fond of the itchy things. Fred's hands automatically picked up the small thimbles, and he threw one at George hitting him dead on the center of his forehead.

"Ouch! Bloody hell Fred, you trying to kill me with that bloody thing?" George cursed mildly rubbing his forehead. He picked up the shiny silver thimble, and examined it closely while his brother was already putting the rest of them on his fingers.

"Lookie George I got metal fingers!" Fred laughed tapping the coffee table with his thimble covered fingers. George rolled his eyes, and put on his pointer finger, and the two of them started tapping the table, and tapping to their favorite tunes. Fred turned to his brother with a quizzical look, "You know dear old brother I think I might've come up with another brilliant invention."

"And that would be?" George questioned still tapping the thimbles against the table.

"We could use these here thimbles, and make them into magical instruments!"

"Yeah, but how?"

Fred stopped to thinking examining the thimbles closer this time, and his face suddenly lit up as he figured out what they would have to do. Whispering to George about his plan so no one else would hear, the two brothers went running upstairs, and slammed their door shut.

Who could've guessed someone could find that much entertainment in thimbles.