The 4 of us – a double twin.
Ma Weasley was breaking an egg when George entered the room. "Morning mum." "Morning George." The boy mocked a offended look. "I'm Fred, mum." Ma Weasley put the egg into the pan. "Oh sorry Fred." The boy grinned. "Just kidding mum. It's George, really."
His twin walked through the door. "Morning mum." "Morning Fred." The boy grinned mischievously. "I'm George mum." Ma Weasley shook her head. "Just how stupid do you two think I am? That over there is George," she pointed at George. "and there is only one of him, thank god for that, so…" She didn't finish her sentence, knowing that it spoke for itself.
The third twin -though you can't call him a twin anymore of course, but we'll come to that later- entered the room. "Are you sure about that, mum?"
Charlie, Bill, Hermione and Ron, who had a clear view at the door, gaped. Arthur and Ginny couldn't see the door and thus didn't notice something odd.
"Yes, of course I am." Was ma Weasleys answer. She was cooking with her back towards the door and thus didn't see anything more than Arthur and Ginny did. Those latter on were now seeing that something was off and decided to turn around. The shock written on their faces were quite amusing. It was close to hilarious when they joined the rest of the group in doing a great imitation of a fish.
Ma Weasley took her pan of the fire and was about to put the egg on Rons dish when she noticed her third son. To say that she was quite startled is an understatement; she jumped like she had seen the devil himself and dropped the hot egg in Rons neck in the process. Ron was to shocked to react at all and the image of the poor boy with the dripping egg on his shoulder was quite funny.
"Three!" Did ma Weasley scream. "Yes, three!" Bill looked like he wanted that someone would wake him up and confirm that it was just a nightmare. "There are three Georges here!" "'ey!!" protested Fred. "Why three Georges?! Why not three Freds?"
It was this moment that old Fred decided to enter the scene. "Not that it matters. It is four Freds, really!" The group stared. They didn't know what else to do. "How many more are coming?" Ginny looked at the door, expecting a whole army of George coming in. "It's just the four of us, really." Ginny breathed relieved.
"They doubled themselves!" Ma Wasley shrieked. "There are two of them!" "No!" Protested Charly. "There are four of them. Or rather, two of both of them." The boys four nodded."
"Yeah, we are…"
"… with four now…"
"… you could call us…"
"… a double twin…"
"… or a quadruplet.."
"… or a foursome…" Fred winked.
"… if you wish…" They grinned, in exactly the same way. It was quite scary and Hermione shivered.
She shook her head. "No! Four of them! This is a nightmare!" Though the quadruplets glared dagers at her the other nodded in agreement.
"Why, Hermione…"
"… that's…"
"… considered rude.."
"… in some countries."
Hermione blushed. "Well I do agree with her." Ginny said firmly, looking from one quadruplet to another, to another, to another, to, again, another. "Four bloody pranksters. That's like hell! No way you can watch them all four at the same moment… No bloody way! How did you do this anyway?"
The four quadruplets glared at Ginny now.
"Who says.."
"… that we did do something…"
"… that this did not just happen…"
"… without our help?"
"Yeah right. As if…" Charlie said. "And stop doing that! The two of you speaking in that way is already highly annoying, but the four of you give me headache." The four quadruplets grinned and said in unison: "We could always speak together, at the same time, if you like."
"No!" Charlie screamed. "No! But now, tell us how you did this, so we can sent those two back to where they came from."
The boys looked at each other.
"Which is the reason…"
"… why we are…"
"… not going to…"
"… tell you…"
"… where they …"
"… came from."
"Anyway…"
"… it looks like…"
"… we're missing…"
"… a dish or two."
In unison they raised their wands. "Accio dishes!" Four dishes flew to them. They looked at each other. "Two too many. Both Georges sent theirs back." Old George decided. "Good." The others agreed. Two dishes went were they came from while the boys exchanged a look.
"We've got to…"
"… fine- tune.."
"… that sort…"
"… of things.:
They nodded and sat down to enjoy a quite funny breakfast.