Gred and Forge
The twins were running around in circles trying not to get caught by an angry six year old Percy. Fred and George, being only four, had managed to set Percy's new book on fire, "The Tales of Beedle the Bard." Percy had only just started learning to read and was loving it. It was his new favorite activity.
"Gred, George! I mean Fred, Gorge! I mean Gred, Forge! Oh for goodness sake!" their mother yelled helplessly and stamped her foot in frustration. "FRED, GEORGE!" she screamed finally, "Why did you set your brothers favorite book on fire?"
"We didn't mean to, mummy!" cried Fred.
"It was an akident!" cried George.
"Well apologize!" she said sternly, though her look softened when she saw the twins faces.
"Sowwy Perssy." the twins said together and added, "That you're no fun anymore!" And with that, they both ran up to their room, giggling. Percy stomped back to his room in frustration. Molly Weasley just sighed and rolled her eyes. Someday they'd learn to get along. She just hoped it was soon.
