Those Muggles must be nutty!

"What a day," Arthur Weasley stated, letting himself fall into an armchair.

"Tired darling?"

"Can't tell how tired. This further vocational training is so ridiculous..."

Fred and George sat down in front of their father, checking the contents of his bag.

"What did you have to do today?" Fred asked, while examining a strange looking little object.

It was flat, rectangular and transparent, so you could see a kind of... rolled up tape inside of it on the left. And then there were two similar holes through it, with some sort of spikes. Thoroughly fascinated he put one fingertip into one of the holes, turned it around and saw, that the tape unrolled and rolled up again on the right side.

"Today we had to help elder Muggle women with all those little things they had to do. Most were really friendly and happy about our aid, but honestly, that's no job for a ministry member! The Muggles have organisations for that themselves. They're calling it... boy scouts and girl guides or something," he said exhaustedly.

"Oh dear," Molly said softly. "Shall I serve you the dinner here tonight?"

"If you would do that..." he said with pleading eyes.

She smiled. "Of course, darling."

"Did the old ladies give you all that stuff?" George asked.

"Yes. Every single one gave me something. Honestly... What do they think? They told us we should get to know the Muggles better, but this..." he trailed of again.

"Can we have something?" Fred begged.

Arthur sighed. "Of course, boys. Choose one thing each, okay?"

"Okay. Thanks," said George.

Fred decided to take the strange little object with him for further examination and George took a tiny pack of odd-looking pills.

"Bye then," they said in unison and made their way up to their room.

Still on the stairs they heard their parents talk:

"So tell me a little more about your day."

"Oh Molly, some of those ladies were really strange, particularly the last. She gave me..."

George shut the door behind him. "So, what did you take?" he asked.

Fred held up the transparent thing. "I don't know for sure, but I'll figure out..." He grinned. "And you?"

George showed him the pill-pack and read out the inscription. "They're called 'Percofitinol'. They look a bit like those making your nose swell, don't they?"

Fred arched an eyebrow. "Any idea what they really do?"

"Nope. But there's written, you shall not take more than four a day. Wanna try one?"

"No. Not as long as we don't know what they do."

George looked at the pack thoughtfully and let one white pill fall into his hand. Then a thought struck him.

"Is Ron already back from Hermione's?" he asked his twin.

"No. I guess he will stay overnight, trying to hide it from our parents again. Why?"

George grinned broadly and the more than magical twin-connection did the rest. Fred got the point and a grin spread on his face, matching that of his brother.

"Oh Pigwidgeooon," he hummed.

Like stung by a bee the two of them ran out of the room and to Ron's chamber, which was empty save for Pig, who was very excited that he got visitors.

He soared out of his open cage and greeted the twins with an affectionate hoot.

"'Lo Pig."

"Good boy."

"No, we've no package for you."

"No, no letter either. Sorry."

"But we've got a delicious owl tidbit for you."

"Hoot hoot hoot!"

"Here we go."

George fed Pigwidgeon the tiny pill, which the little bird swallowed eagerly.

"Tasty?"

They watched the tiny owl for a while, who pecked Fred's hand in a grateful manner. But nothing happened.

"Hmm..." made George.

"Do you think it failed?"

"No. I think it just takes some time. Most Muggle things do. Just put him back in his cage and we'll look for him some time later."

"Okay." Fred did as he was told. "So let's try to figure out the clue about my object then."

"Okay."

They left for their room again and worked in peace for a while, until they heard a loud clunk in the room above.

"Pig!" Fred claimed, abruptly standing up and heading out of the door.

"Fuck! I totally forgot about him."

They ran the stairs up to their youngest brother's room. George was the first to reach it and when he opened the door, his jaw dropped down.

He only saw a tiny brown bundle zigzagging through the room.

"Is this...?", he whispered to himself.

Fred pushed himself into the room past his twin. "Let me look."

"What the....?" Fred claimed in shock.

At the sound of his voice, the tiny bundle stopped in mid-move and turned out to truly be Pig.

He looked at the two intruders, fluttering in midair like an overgrown colibri. His huge eyes were even huger as usual, seeming to be just out of never ending pupils. He shook his head from side to side in a very sudden fashion as if to examine the twins very well.

Then he began to fly around in circles very fast. Round and round and round and....

...then straight into a mirror.

The twins watched in shocked silence.

But Pig didn't seem to care about his little bump. He sat on the floor and started to talk animatedly to his reflection in the mirror, looking at it from every possible point of view.

"Oh my gosh..." Fred tried to put the scene in words. "What was in that pill?"

"Those Muggles must be nutty! Just imagine having taken four of those..." George said still wide-eyed.

"Yeah. They're really crazy."

Slowly a grin simultaneously spread on their faces.

"Respect!"