1986
"George Fabian Weasley, just what exactly did you do with your brother, pray tell?"
"I'm Fred, mum!"
Molly put her hands on her hips and glared at the twin beneath her. "George Weasley, stop pretending to be your brother. Where is your brother?"
"Bill is in his bedroom, mum!"
"George Fabian Weasley, tell me where your brother Ron is or you'll regret the day you were born."
The eight-year-old scampered up the stairs, knocking on the door of his own bedroom.
A head identical to his own popped out of the doorway. "Is it all clear, Georgie?"
"Fred Gideon Weasley, you get your backside out here!" Fred slipped out of the doorway, trying to grin toothily at his mother, who was red in the face standing out in the hallway.
"Where is your brother?" Molly asked angrily, and rather confused as the twins suddenly burst into giggles, not quite meeting her eye.
"For the love of Merlin, where is Ron?"
A high-pitched voice, confused, came from behind them. "Mummy," said Ron, standing right behind his mother and seemingly appearing out of nowhere, "I'm right here – Charlie was showing me how to ride a broom betterer!"
The twins grinned, exchanging a high-five.
