Fled and Geolge

by: Imanda

One-Shot
Rating: Suitable for anyone
Genre: Humoul
Characters: Weasleys family
Warning: Story happened when they’re seven years old
Disclaimer: Weasleys are only my friends, not owners!! No, sir!

A/N: Buat dua cerita nih, I hope y’all like it.


Hello. I am George.

And Fred.

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“Mom, whele’s my othel sock?” our smallest brother, Ronald Weasley that was in the age of five went walking with bare leg and the other one wearing a sock.

“Ickle Ron,” Fred said sweetly as he grinned, showing his front teeth toothless.

“Don’t call me dat,” Ron snapped as he went purple on his face. What memories… Our brother looked cuter those days…

“I think we found your other sock,” George said, “It’s in the broom cupboard.”

“Bloom cupboald?” Ron repeated, “But thele’s spidels! Lots and lots of spidels!”

“Ronniekiens,” George said as he shut his eyes as if he was inspiring Ron to do something, “One day… You’ll not be scared of spiders. And this time, you’ll take it as a practise.”

“And know how to say the R letter,” Fred continued.

“I can say the L lettel!” Ron said complaining.

“No you can’t,” Fred said.

“Yesh! L! L! L!” Ron started to shout as he jumped frequently mentioning the letter L a.k.a R.

“Haha! Lonnie can’t say the L lettel!” Ginny cheered as she walked inside the living room of the burrow.

“Our lady said the truth,” George said as he smiled towards our youngest 4 year old sibling, Ginerva Weasley a.k.a Ginny that was twirling and whirling around the room because the ‘ Stir My Cauldron’ song was tuned up.

“Someday I’ll beat you up,” Ron said madly as he clenched his fist to a circle and glared towards us, “Someday, I’ll say the letter L!!”

“You can’t even say your own name!” Fred laughed.

“Yes, I can!!” Ron shrieked, “Lon! Lon! Lon!”

“You’re funny, Ron,” me and Fred said together, then said, “That’s why we like you.”

We walked upstairs and heard Ron shouting and repeating, “Fled! Geolge! Eat dung!!!”

“I wonder what would we have for our birthday,” Fred said to me with sparkling eyes.

“I bet it’s going to be dungbombs! Or stink pellets with lots and lots of Chocolate Frogs!”

“I don’t think mom really likes dungbombs.”

“Or a broom! I really want a broom!!”

“That’s too expensive.”

“Oh well, maybe chocolate frogs are okay.”

“Someday, we’ll make lots of money, George…”

“Positively, we would start a plan to make a… a… a joke shop!!”

“Yeah! We’ll build this gigantic shop with loads of joke stuff!”

“Dungbombs!”

“Stink pellets!”

“Our own inventions! Like… Like maybe a hat that could make your head disappear!”

“Or… Can make Ron’s hair turn purple!”

“Toffees with different clavours but in the end it tastes like dung!”

“I can’t wait to go to Hogwarts, it would be really fun. We could use our wand to experiment things, it’s going to be so great!”

“Our future is bright, brother!”

“Marvellous!”

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… “Where’s everyone?” Fred questioned as we went downstairs.

We’ve been searching around the room but didn’t ring a bell. Everyone was gone.

“They… They must’ve disappeared!” George shrieked, “You-Know-Poo must’ve kill them! I betcha gollie gee!”

“You-Know-Poo? But he’s dead!” Fred replied.

“Oh, yeah… Maybe they went for a picnic.”

“Without us?”

“And in our birthday?” George said as he sat helplessly on the stairs followed by me.

“This is unfair!” Fred cried.

We started to cry helplessly, we just woke up and was given a present for birthday like this?

“APRIL FOOLS!”

Our mom, dad, brothers and sister popped from a hidden place around the kitchen as they started to chant the birthday song. We continued crying, pretended not to listen of what they were singing.

“Mom, why ale they still clying?” Ginny asked.

“I don’t know,” our mom said

We cried louder and shouted after five seconds. Our mouth curled up into a laugh then shouted loudly—

“APRIL FOOLS!!”

Ron shouted too, (APLIL FOOLS!) and then after we stopped. We ate the gigantic carrot cake with cream that Fred and I love ever since.

“Another great birthday, brother.”

“Certainly.”

We couldn’t be fooled. We’re the one that would make someone else as a fool in April Fools.

Bye for now, from Fred.

And George. (Eat dung!!”—Ron)

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