Let me start by explaining something; Fred and I never fight. Fine, we fight occasionally and then we typically have a prank war and then we are over it. Let me also make one thing very clear; living with the Weasleys is not easy. I am completely used to living with the Weasleys. I live with them all summer and whenever I really need to come home over a break it is to their house as Hogwarts and their house has been my only home for years. Needless to say that is still a stressful atmosphere, I mean I am living with at least five kids plus Harry all the time.

There were several other factors adding to the stress. One was that our fight referee wasn't here as much so far this summer. Then there was the fact that I had to share a room with Ginny and Hermione (don't get me wrong I love them), and then there is the fact that Fred, George, and I are still figuring out some of our designs for items we are going to sell in the joke shop. Also we need to know how to mass-produce them. It is all very …well...stressful.

Ginny and I woke to a loud boom this particular morning and then even more so to Mrs. Weasley yelling up the stairs at Fred and George. Ginny and I made our way downstairs with Ginny leading the way. Ginny and I ate a rather simple breakfast that Mrs. Weasley had prepared for us. Then Ginny left to play quidditch shortly there after. George showed up in the living room about fifteen minutes after Ginny had left. I was still eating (I have a hearty appetite).

I look over at him and he has a hand full of floo powder. That's when I get up and scream at him, " You are not leaving again! Absolutely not! I can not deal with your brother all by myself again."

" Too bad. See you tonight," he said to his mom. He proceeded to jump it to the fireplace, drop the floo powder, and screamed Angelia's address.

" I hate him," I murmured as I started up the stairs. Of course I had to help Fred alone and that meant it was going to be a long day.

I barge into Fred's room. He is still asleep in his bed, curled up in a ball, with the blankets pushed down halfway covering his body. He isn't wearing a shirt and his muscles are clearly defined from all the quidditch he plays.

"Fred! Get up now!" I scream. He blinks his eyes at me, groans, and rolls over away from me. I run over and jump on his bed. Bouncing on my knees, I shove him with my hands.

"Get up! Get up Get up!" I shout as cheerily as I can.

"Katie, go be cheery somewhere else," He says to me.

I glare at him. "You have got to be kidding me," I say, " you wake me up all the time! You tell me we have pranks to do or that you are hungry. And we do have pranks to do today unlike most of the time when you just make me wake up so you can goof of because you can't sleep. And god forbid, when we actually have work to do, work that is for your dream job, you don't want to do it! You just want to sleep! I work to darn hard for you to be lying here on your sorry arse while I make sure that your company works. So get up now."

He looks at me, " This is your job. I tol-"

I interrupted him immediately, "My job! My job? Last time I checked I did this for free. I don't take a paycheck; I do this as a friend! It is all voluntary."

Fred is clearly ticked now. He gets out of bed. "Your job is to be my friend and good friends help each other. Plus I promised you a job as soon as we leave Hogwarts. And as for your paycheck, you live with me throughout the breaks from school!" He shouts this at me.

I look at him, then I grab the nearest box and hurl it at him, " It is in the friendship code!' I grab a book and throw it at him, "Then why are Lee, Angelina, and Alicia not working with you?' I throw another book, " You've promised me a job? No you haven't! You haven't promised me anything. You should pay me for everything you sell, some portion of it at least, as I have helped perfect every single one but you don't!" I pick up a lamp and throw it at him. It hits the wall behind him and shatters. "As for me living here, how on earth would that be payment!' I yell.

He glares at me and so I tackle him. We go crashing backwards onto his bed. He flips me over pinning me down by my arms. His face is inches from mine. He looks me straight in the eyes, his eyes raging. The door bangs open.

Fred's head snaps around to face where Ron now stands. "Sorry, I'll just be going now…" Ron squeaks.

Ron closes the door. Fred looks at me, "Are you okay?" He asks.

" What do you think you bloody wanker?" I proceeded to shove him of me and stomp out of the room.