A/N Wow I am so sorry for the wait. I got caught up with a lot of things and I couldn't figure out what to do with this. I hope everyone is well, R&R. And Mar I updated. Now you have to, don't make me pull up the chat records to prove it to you.

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"Bill honey have you seen Fred and George?" Molly Weasley asked sounding frazzled as she turned toward her eldest son who was ten years old.

"No, I'm afraid not, Mum." Bill said looking up from where he sat with his brother Charlie. The two were eating Oreos, a muggle cookie their Father was rather obsessed with, but then their father was obsessed with most things relating to muggles.

"Fred? George?" Mrs. Weasley called through the house wondering where her four year old twins were. Her little boys were extremely…rambunctious and she didn't like it when they went unaccounted for.

The little twins in question were hiding under their brother Percy's bed having the implicit goal of being in the place their Mother was least likely to find them. They had stolen a bag of Oreos from the cabinet and were happily shoveling the cookies into their mouths. "I like cookie!" George exclaimed clapping his hands excitedly.

"Me too!" Fred exclaimed excitedly wiping his sticky hands on one of his brother's bed spread.

"There you two are." Charlie Weasley muttered having heard their giggling as he passed by on his way to his room. "Percy's would be so mad if he knew you were in here, but as it is he's in the kitchen with Bill." He continued now on his stomach pulling the twins by their arms out from under the bed.

"Charlie!" the two said in unison clapping their sticky hands.

"We have…"

"…Cookies." George finished shoving on into his brother's face.

"Thanks." The nine year old muttered dryly. "C'mon, Mom's freaking out, and Bill just found a quiz in the Muggle magazine Dad brought home, I want to do it." He finished grabbing the cookies as an afterthought. By the time they reached the kitchen Molly Weasley was in hysterics screaming about how she had lost the twins.

"Fred, George!" She exclaimed rushing over to the twins and picking them up. "Where were they?" She asked Charlie.

"…uh…upstairs." She nodded and looked as though she would ask specifically where but didn't as she noticed how sticky they were and took them over to the sink. "So, what's the quiz about, Bill?" Charlie inquired sitting down next to his brother.

"Oreos."

"Oreos? Like those muggle cookies Fred and George were eating?"

"Yup. It's on how you eat them."

"Oh…so, Bill, how do you eat your Oreo cookies?"

"I dunk them." His brother replied.

"And that means?" Charlie asked raising and eyebrow at his older brother.

"Your boss likes you because you get your work done quickly. You always have a million things to do and never enough time to do them. Mental breakdowns and suicides run in your family. Valium and Ritalin would do you good." Charlie took one look at his brother's face and burst into hysterical laughter.

"Ha-ha, well then, if you're so confident let's see what it says about you, shall we? How do you eat you're Oreos?"

"The whole thing."

"The whole thing?"

"That's what I said."

"Don't mock me. As in you shove the whole cookie in your mouth?" Bill asked in disbelief.

"Yes…"

"That's disgusting, Charlie."

"Shut up and read the description."

"Don't tell your brother to shut up." Molly reprimanded from where she held a struggling Fred still attempting to wash him off while George tried to sneak away.

"This means you consume life with abandon, you are fun to be with, exciting, carefree with some hint of recklessness. You are totally irresponsible. No one should trust you with their children." Bill read off with a grin.

"This test is bogus. Let's try it on Percy."

"Hey, Perce, how do you eat your Oreos?" Bill asked turning to his six year old brother.

"In small bites, I like to observe the cookie after each one." They blinked at their brother.

"You're weird." Charlie responded.

"Charles Weasley! Don't call your brother weird!"

"You follow the rules. You're very tidy and orderly. You're very meticulous in every detail with every thing you do to the point of being anal retentive and irritating to others. Stay out of the fast lane if you're only going to go the speed limit."

"Well, that's Percy." Charlie answered.

"At least I'm not a slob." The six year old answered sticking his tongue out at Charlie.

"It never said I was a slob!"

"You are though."

"Am not!"

"Are too."

"Let's just see how the twins eat their cookies, shall we?" Bill interrupted.

"They twist them apart and eat the inside then the cookie." Charlie responded automatically.

"Okay…then…You have a highly curious nature. You take pleasure in breaking things apart to find out how they work, though not always able to put them back together, so you destroy all the evidence of your activities. You deny your involvement when things go wrong. You are a compulsive liar and exhibit deviant, if not criminal, behavior."

"Fine…the quiz has some merit…just not for me." Charlie answered.

"Or me." Bill put in. "Now where is our baby brother?"

"Ron? He's in the highchair."

"…"

"Right next to you."

"Don't say a word." Bill answered passing Ron a cookie. The little boy took it and examined it for a moment before taking a large bite out of it. "Every one likes you because you are always up beat. You like to sugar coat unpleasant experiences and rationalize bad situations into good ones. You are in total denial about the shambles you call a life. You have a propensity towards narcotic addiction."

"…Well…that's right cheerful that is." Charlie remarked.

"Where's Ginny?"

"You're not giving your one year old sister a cookie." Mrs. Weasley cautioned exiting the room thus leaving the kids alone.

"She also is right by you." Charlie answered indicating to Ginny who was in a second high chair situated behind Bill.

"Not a word." Bill responded as Charlie gave Ginny a cookie. The little girl ate only the cookie wiping the inside off on the tray of the chair. "It means that she enjoys pain."

"She does…" Charlie remarked. "When I tried to fly off the roof with no broom she started laughing her head off."

"And you say your description is wrong?"

"Yes…"

"It's not."

"Is too."

"Is not."

"Is too."

"Is not."

"William Weasley, Charles Weasley, did you give Ginny a cookie after I expressly told you not to?"

"…It was him!" They exclaimed in unison pointing at each other.

A/N Again I am so sorry for the wait, review please, and suggest who should go next. Oh and Mar, you said that when I updated this you would update Rewriting History so I expect an update! Review!