George
Sammy sat with us at dinner, and we had a great time re-living our net prank. The victims had finally gotten down, and no one had suspected the innocent first-years (Except Percy of course, but we didn't get in trouble, since it couldn't be proved). Fred was already trying to think of our next trick. I tuned him out, concentrating on the lamb cobbler, which was brilliant. People always thought Fred and I were the same, but really, we weren't. Fred was louder, and usually decided what we were going to do. I was the quitter, smarter, more cautious twin. Of course I loved tricks, and was always up for a good laugh, Fred was usually the ringleader. People never seemed to get this. Except Sammy. Sammy seemed to have immediately caught on to how different I was from my twin. She could already tell us apart. I liked that. Even Mum got us mixed up sometimes.
"George. George?" Fred nudged me out of my revelry.
"What? Is something wrong?" I shook my head slightly, coming back to the present. Sammy raised an eyebrow.
"No…but we just came up with a BRILLIANT scheme." She grinned impishly.
"Sammy thought of it all." Fred sighed. "Georgie we're losing our touch! She keeps giving me ideas…" They then launched into a detailed plan in which they would rig a bucket to dump Frog Spawn on anyone who walked under it. They would blame it on Peeves, the poltergeist of Hogwarts, as this was something he would do. I zoned out again. Fred was definitely getting into it. I didn't really care right now. Yes, I was the more thoughtful, quiet twin. This had its advantages, however. I was more aware of people, more watchful. That's why Fred was always the main perpetrator, and I was the look out. It actually worked rather well.
The frog spawn was a bust attempt. Our 7th year brother, Charlie, caught us in the act. He was rather good-natured about it, but he made us take down our rig. He didn't report us or anything, so that's good. Fred thinks I'm mad at him, because I was so quiet at Dinner. Being a twin is exhausting.