A lifelong legacy of pranking began with a cup of tea.
The Weasley twins had been ignoring the blather of their great aunt by quietly kicking each other under the table when their mother asked them to fetch the tea kettle that was whistling in the background. George stood up with a knowing glance to his brother. Fred returned the look with a nod, and followed.
In the kitchen, the two were bickering as loudly as possible without breaking a whisper.
“YOU were the one who was supposed to bring the ink, idiot!”
“Was not! Just shut up and look for something else, stupid! There must be some food coloring around here somewhere.”
“Idiot! That’s a muggle trick. Mum charms her cakes.”
“Boys, do you need some help?” Mrs. Weasley called.
“No, Mum.” George yelled, then jabbed Fred, “Let’s go, hurry up.”
Mrs. Weasley smiled as the two came in carrying the tea tray, purposefully ignoring the angry glances passing between them. They sat down on opposite ends of the table and continued glaring. Great Aunt and Mrs. Weasley chatted on.
In the staring match, tea cups were ignored, a fact which their mother didn’t notice until her hopelessly perfunctory conversation with her relative was losing all semblance of sense about fifteen minutes later.
“Drink your tea boys. No sense letting it go to waste.”
Sullenly, Fred took a sip. George drained the cup in one swallow, and then stuck his tongue out at his brother.
At the sight of George’s ink black tongue, Fred smiled, revealing a full grin of deep green teeth, which caused George to laugh.
“What is it, George?” Mrs. Weasley asked. George tried in vain to close his lips to hide his tongue, but Fred had started laughing too, and neither could stop.
The great aunt gasped when she saw the boys’ handiwork. Being a suspicious sort, she pulled out a handmirror to examine her own mouth and nearly fainted with indignance at the small purple letters on her front four incisors. Bidding a curt farewell to Mrs. Weasley, she left in a huff. Their mother shut the door behind her before turning on the boys.
They wriggled under her glare, but were visibly elated by their achievement, the quarrel forgotten. After all, when there was good pranking about the Weasley twins were never mad at each other long.
“Fred, George! Explain yourselves,” Mrs. Weasley demanded.
“We didn’t do anything,” Fred said, “honestly.”
“Really mum,” George added. “We were going to, but somebody
forgot to bring-”
“Enough.” Mrs. Weasley looked gravely at her children. “You did absolutely nothing to this tea?”
Fred nodded. “Like George said, we were going to, but-“
Fred was cut off by his mother sweeping them into her arms. She was crying.
“Oh, boys, I’m so proud of you. I’d been worried about you for months, but that! That was magic, boys, magic! A fine first manifestation.” She laughed. “The most refreshing cup of tea I’ve had in ages!”