Just a little drabble for my favorite Weasley boys on their birthday.

I don't own anything you recognize.

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"HIT THE DECK!"

Those who were frequent visitors to the joke shop own by the Weasley Twins were as familiar with the phrase as a golfer is with 'fore'. And they meant the same thing really: get down before your head is possibly taken off by small objects traveling through the air at high speeds.

Needless to say, the people who didn't frequent the store as much quickly figured out what to do when they saw everybody else crouch down behind shelves and displays.

A small explosion rocked the store and a few seconds later, Fred and George Weasley burst out of the back room with a lot of smoke and soot-blackened faces, coughing while trying to grin.

The back room was charmed so that minor explosions, like the ones the rest of the Weasleys were used to hearing from the twins' room in the Burrow, wouldn't disturb the rest of the shop. After they moved out, however, Fred and George had quickly discovered that their mum couldn't yell at them to keep it down anymore.

Hence the bigger explosions and the familiar shout of 'hit the deck'.

"Alright Fred, George?" Verity, the witch they had hired to work the register, asked casually, far too used to these things to be overly worried.

"Brilliant," they both flashed her quick smiles before vanishing the smoke and disappearing into the back room again, arguing about Doxie eggs and frog spleens.

"What the ruddy hell was that about?" a woman grumbled as she helped her daughter off the floor. A man next to her simply chuckled and pointed to a sign, curiously shaped like the end of a broom, above the door.

ATTENTION CUSTOMERS:

We, Fred and George Weasley,
Owners and Managers of WWW,
inform you that you enter the store
at your own risk. Any and all injuries
that result from the use of our products
are not our fault, and if you simply don't
listen when we tell you to hit the deck
because of any possible on-coming
explosions, we refuse to be held
responsible for your stupidity.

Thank you,
F&G
W

The woman spluttered incredulously, the latest of some who were surprised and maybe even offended by the sign.

But it was okay with Fred and George that she silently vowed to never bring her daughter there again. The point of the sign was to weed out those who weren't suitable for pranking, anyways. If people wanted something tame, they could always go to the now second-rate joke shop, Zonko's.

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