The twins and I relocated to where I would be sleeping, Bill and Charlie's old room. "That's better." I smiled plopping onto one of the beds. The two claimed the other as their own, wrestling on what was the neatly made bed.
I shook my head, thinking how long it must of took Molly to do that. Despite my disappointment, I still watched the two roll around. They fell off the bed. "What is going on up there?" Molly yelled. The twins stopped, looking at each other.
"Nothing!" They called, parting and sitting on the floor.
"Boys." I sighed, crossing my arms.
"Girls." The two snorted, mimicking me. I glared at them for a few minutes in till we all bursted into laughter.
"It's sad that we've been together again for four hours and haven't done a single productive thing."
"Testing our pranks isn't what you call productive?" Fred asked.
"Well, not really." I shrugged. The two pouted and George flicked my nose.
"Well what is productive to you?"
"Productive would be..." I trailed off, trying to think. "Productive would be playing a game of Gobbstones."
"Fine, I'll go get my set." Fred heaved himself off of the floor and headed out of the room.
"Remember when we were teasing you about gaining a crush when you were away?" George asked, breaking the silence. I nodded. "You really didn't have one...right?"
"'Course not."
"Oh okay, but if you did," he paused. "He'd be one lucky bloke." I guess Fred heard our conversation some way some, some how because he continued as he walked in.
"If you ever do fancy someone, make sure you tell us though. We'll keep him in line. Gotta protect our little Kerri-kins."
