The Society for Identical Fathers (T.S.I.F.)

The Society for Identical Fathers (T.S.I.F.)

"DAAAAAAADDY, how come Georgie gets a Knut? I want a Knut!"

Seven-year-old Frederica, known to her family as Rica or Ricky, went trampling through the house, yelling at the top of her voice. Bursting into the kitchen, she skidded over the floorboards in her socks until she came to a halt before her father's chair.

"Daddy, come on! How come Georgie got money?" she said imploringly. Fred Weasley groaned. In order to restore peace, he resorted to the one weapon of all fathers:

"Ask your mother."

Rica didn't seem satisfied with this statement, but luckily Fred was spared from more yelling as the afore-mentioned mother came in through the door, eight year old Georgina in tow.

"Ah, Rica, there you are. Now, I don't want any more yelling, all right? I gave Georgie a Knut because she cleaned her room like I asked her to. That's all! If you clean your room when we get home I'll give you a Knut, too!"

Angelina Johnson-Weasley tapped her husband on the shoulder. "Hey, if we don't move now, we're going to be late," she said gently, but forcefully. Fred nodded.

"All right, then."

(Later)

The annual Order reunion took place, as always, in the backyard of The Burrow. Fred and Angelina stopped to inspect their children before entering. Angelina threw several Ton-Tongue-Toffees into a nearby dustbin, having discovered them in Rica's pocket.

"Rica, how many times have I told you not to raid Daddy's storeroom when we visit him at the shop?" she sighed.

Meanwhile, Fred had discovered a large collection of Canary Creams as well as several fireworks hidden about Georgie's person. He shook his head. "Now, if I were your mother, I'd confiscate these," he commented quietly. He looked sternly at his eldest daughter. "Promise you won't harm anyone?"

Georgie held up her hand. "I swear."

Fred grinned. "Good. Now, you go amuse yourself, okay? And don't leave Rica out; Angie's taken all her supply of tricks. And what have I taught you?"

Georgie answered promptly. "Pranksters always share their skills with those who wish to do the same," she chanted.

Fred nodded. "That's why I run a joke shop. Oh, and try and play with your cousins, okay? I've got to discuss some things with your uncle."

As they entered the party, Angelina was attacked by a strawberry blonde flash.

"Aunty Angelina!!!!" Keira Weasley hugged her aunt fiercely, then waved to Rica and Georgie and gave another hug to her uncle Fred.

"How's my favourite little niece?" Fred asked, picking her up and swinging her around so that she laughed. "Georgie's got some prank tools with her, so you guys can have some fun!" he whispered so that Angelina couldn't hear.

Keira gave Georgie a thumbs up. "Mum and Dad are over there by the drinks bar," she said to her aunt and uncle.

"Thanks, Keira," said Angelina appreciatively, waving hello to her best friend.

And so the party got into full swing. Alicia, Angelina and Katie chattered about their jobs and everything else that interested them ("You mean George snores too? Fred does exactly the same, Alicia!"), Fred and George discussed business propositions ("Biting nail clippers are dwindling in sales, I think it's time we brought out something new..."), and the other Order members mingled and chatted.

Seven-year-old Keira caught her three year old younger brother, Thomas, by the collar as he tried to slip some mysterious looking powder into the punch bowl. "I don't know what that stuff is," she informed her cousins. "Mum and I visited Dad at the shop the other day, I think this is only experimental."

"Oh, let him tip it in, what's the harm?" asked Rica conversationally.

Keira looked at her cousin as if she had a screw loose. "Can you imagine how much Mum and Aunty Angelina would yell if they knew our dads let us choose what we want from the storeroom?"

"Ah, too true."

After a few minutes, however, boredom got the better of the kids. "I think it's time for us to make this party fun," said Georgie casually.

"You're right," added Keira, still restraining Thomas, who was now struggling to get out of his sister's grasp.

"I mean, our dads would want us to follow in their footsteps, right?" continued Georgie.

United, the three pranksters-in-training (well, four if you counted Thomas) put their heads together to try and come up with a prank that would make their fathers proud.

(Later, again)

Needless to say, it worked. A few Canary Creams placed delicately on the snack table started off the chain. Hermione, once she'd reverted to her normal self, glared daggers at Fred and George.

"Can't you guys ever grow up?" she caterwauled.

The twins looked highly amused. "It wasn't us, Hermione. We're much too mature."

Unseen to the other Order members, George winked at his daughter, mouthing 'good one'.

The next in the prank chain was a spectacular vomiting display provided by Lupin. Fred used the confusion to congratulate his children on slipping a Skiving Snackbox into his food unnoticed. "Well done, couldn't have done it better myself."

Rica and Georgie gave him high-fives.

By now, of course, the Order members had realised that one or more of the children were playing pranks. Lee looked as though he wanted to have a good laugh, but couldn't as his girlfriend Katie had swallowed a Canary Cream and was glaring at him.

Fred and George had taken refuge inside the house, as they were sure Angelina and Alicia didn't like the idea of them supplying their children with Weasley's Wizard Wheezes products.

They were right, too. Their wives were furious. Angelina, in particular, was fuming.

"I told him to confiscate anything Georgie had! Oh, I'm sure he ENCOURAGED her, and Rica too!"

In the mean time, Rica, Georgie, Keira and Thomas had managed to remain unseen by the adults, and climb onto the roof of the house. In their hands they each held three famous Slimebombs, extra quality enhanced.

"This is how Mummy met Daddy!" Rica giggled. Slowly, they crept up to the edge of the roof.

"Ready, aim..." directed Georgie, "aaaand... DROP!"

Keira imagined that somewhere The Blue Danube Waltz was playing. The Slimebombs fell as if in slow motion, hitting the heads of the adults...

The waltz reached a crescendo and green slime flew everywhere. High up above the turmoil, The Society for Identical Fathers (hereafter known as T.S.I.F.) shook hands and relished in their victory.