9"Mummy! Mummy! Come 'ere!" Fred exclaimed as he wheeled around the corner of the Burrow. Molly looked from the eggs she was cooking. Fred was wearing the sweater she had knitted for him for Christmas, and had an extremely panicked look on his face. Molly, however seeing this, knew of Fred's mischievous behaviour and simply passed it, at first, for some of his acting.
"What is the matter?" Molly asked as she turned back to her eggs. Fred frowned a bit, not enjoying that his mother was passing him off for some eggs.
"George is gone!" Fred told Molly, and at this, Molly piled the eggs on a plate by the stove, before she turned back to Fred. Fred then said, again- just because he thought his mother didn't hear him, "George is gone!"
Molly frowned at this, and said, "Then we should look for him."
Fred nodded as his mother then began to look for George. After she had turned the corner, Fred bolted up the stairs, and into his room. He opened the large closet he shared with his twin, and then poked George's arm. "Mummy's out looking for you!"
"Okay!" George said, before he hopped out of the closet. Giving his twin a smirk, he then tugged on the sleeve of the identical sweater that his mother had made him. Fred nodded, before he took George's place in the closet. George then ran out of the room, and shouted, "Mummy! George isn't in our room!"
So, the wild-goose chase for 'George' continued, as the twins switched out of the closet whenever they got the chance. Molly, who was searching around the house, trying to appease her other children's needs as well, was not enjoying the fact that her son had disappeared. With a crying one-year-old Ginny on her hands, and a newly walking Ron; she had to make sure that Bill didn't kill his younger sister, and that Ron didn't wander into the yard to play with the gnomes (last time ended with a rather nasty bite to his arm) as well as look for 'George'.
Molly decided that she was to search Fred and George's room, since she had relied on Fred to do it for her. As she stood outside of the room, she heard both of the boys talking to each other.
"Come on, it's my turn to get out of the closet!"
"But I've been in it longer than you have!"
"Says who?"
"Says me!"
Fuming, Molly opened the door to see both of her sons, dressed in the identical sweaters she had made them, arguing to each other. As Molly closed the door, both of them looked up at their mother, and gave her sheepish grins. Needless to say, they both had to peel the potatoes for supper, and ever since that day, Molly has put their initials on the sweaters that she knitted for them.
Tbanks for reading, and please review for feedback! Sorry for any mistakes, this was written at four in the morning...