Wizard Wheeze

Wizard Wheeze

The Story of Fred and George Weasley

The sun was rising over the hilltops. Splashes of pink and orange were gliding through the windows onto the sleeping boys face. There was a loud Bang from the room over and Ron Weasley shot straight up in bed. He rubbed his hands over his eyes and then another Boom from the room next to him. He eyed the only muggle clock in the house, his own watch. It was 7:00 in the morning. What were those two gits doing making things explode so early. Ron hastily got up as two more bangs vibrated his windows. He pulled a dirty pair of jeans over his boxer shorts and left his bedroom.

Another bang sounded and shook the steps as Ron descended into the kitchen. Arthur Weasley, Ron´s father, was already at the table with a copy of the Daily Prophet in one hand and a cup of tea in the other. Ron´s Mum was in front of the stove stirring a pot of porridge with her wand. Another bang shrieked through the house and caused Mr. Weasley´s teacup to shatter in his hands.

"Oh my!" Mrs. Weasley ran over to the mess on the kitchen floor. "You know we have got to do something about that Arthur. It´s horrible. Those two, they´re up stairs all the time, making explosions and what not. I´ve had to replace three windows already and they´ve only been on Holiday for a week." She noticed Ron standing in the doorway. "Well good morning dear. Woke you up I suppose. At least you got a bit of a lie in, you´re father and I were nearly blasted out of bed this morning when an exploding Frisbee flew through our bedroom door before sunrise." Mrs. Weasley scowled at the pot she had resumed stirring.

"I´ll take care of it," said Mr. Weasley, getting up from the table and folding the Daily Prophet under his arm. He walked over to the stairs and hollered up, "Boys, Boys. Could I have a word please?" There was no answer.

"Probably gone deaf from all that banging," shouted Mrs. Weasley from the kitchen as she poured a bowl of porridge for Ron.

Just then Percy Weasley came crashing down the stairs nearly knocking over his father. "Dad, you have to make them stop. I have a very important report on the safety of Dragon Hide gloves that´s due. It´s very important you know and I can´t concentrate with all that racket." Another blast from upstairs shook the ceiling and bits of dust trickled down. "Ahh, I can´t stand it father," shouted Percy as he disapparated with a small pop. Ron couldn´t hold back his laughs and this seemed to cause his mother a small bit of displeasure.

Finally after what seemed like 20 minutes of Mr. Weasley yelling up the steps the explosions stopped and two pairs of feet could be heard spluttering down the rickety staircase. "Morning Mum, Ron," said George as he sat down at the breakfast table with Fred right behind him.

"Good Morning indeed," said Mrs. Weasley in a sarcastic tone. "What in Merlin´s beard have you two been doing up there, making all that noise and scaring the wits out of your poor father and me this morning with that thing."

"Sorry `bout that Mum. Completely my fault, threw it through the window to see if it worked and the wind caught it and blew it right into your room," said Fred. He looked to Ron, "When´s Harry coming? The shop has its grand opening tomorrow. We´re going in today to finish stocking the shelves." A big smile spread across Fred and George´s faces whenever anyone mentioned the opening of their shop. Mum had finally given up on trying to force them go into the Ministry. They´d graduated from Hogwarts only a week ago, just barely though. They´d saved the money that Harry had given them after winning the Triwizard Tournament and had secured a spot in Hogsmeade for their store, Weasley´s Wizard Wheeze. The twins had promised Harry a lifetime supply of any joke equipment he ever needed since he had given them the money to start the business.

"Harry should be here in an hour or so. Traveling by floo I believe, he and Hermoine," said Ron through a mouthful of porridge.