1996
"I simply cannot believe you two! Dropping out of Hogwarts to start a joke shop?! Where, may I ask, did you even get the money - "
"Molly," Arthur protested weakly, but she continued ranting at her twin sons, who stood in the kitchen of the Burrow looking more than a little wary of the spatula Molly held threateningly.
"- for all of this nonsense, money that could certainly be put to better use! Explain yourselves!"
Fred and George shared a quick glance, both nodded.
"See, Mum," Fred started, but before he could even get past the first two words, Molly interrupted.
"See Mum what? You couldn't have perhaps, oh, I don't know, followed in the footsteps of your brothers and graduated and get respectable jobs?"
"Mum, if I could explain," said Fred calmy - the only way to get Molly Weasley even more angry was to argue back, and even though the twins had to be nearing a foot taller than their mother, she was still very, very terrifying.
"We're doing what we're meant to do. No disrespect intended, but the both of us aren't cut out for straight-laced Ministry jobs. Unfortunately, we can't all be carbon-copies of Percy."
"That's not who we are," George added.