Twin Dilemma

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Chapter 8 Attention Deficit

Fred was up early the next morning having toast and tea with the Daily Prophet spread out in front of him along with his idea scroll. However, his mind was not focused on the Daily Prophet articles in front of him nor was it on a new ad for the shop. It was revisiting his amazing behind the counter encounter from the day before.

“I am one lucky bastard,” a smiling Fred announced to the empty kitchen.

At the rear of the apartment in a bedroom converted to the room of research and development, George was measuring out ingredients for a new product he was developing. “Do Depart Tarts”. This was an edible tart that caused the consumer or “victim” gradual increased hair loss - a temporary state but one that is intensified with the victim\'s state of stress. So a wizard who consumed this product would begin to experience sudden noticeable hair loss and the rate of hair loss would increase dramatically if the wizard obsessed over his hair. The hair loss lasted from 5 days to a month depending on the victim’s attachment to hair and self-image. George and Fred were hoping to try it out on some egotistical Wizard Band members they were acquainted with.

George should have been carefully measuring his ingredients. He should have powdered the Droxy droppings before adding them to the brewing potion. In fact, George’s mind was elsewhere, thinking about his own previous day’s activities. He was thinking about how he would like a repeat performance. He was thinking about the lovely “Kitten”. He was thinking about the natural state. He was thinking about his explosive orgasm. He was thinking about breasts. He was thinking about his natural state that had just changed to a stiffened one. He was thinking about …

Boom! The blast shook the apartment.

An uncanny silence filled the air. Fred picked himself up off the floor. He raced back to the Room of R and D. He gingerly pushed open the door that had come off its hinges. Purple smoke billowed out of the room.

“George?” he inquired.

Silence.

“George, are you there?” Fred’s heart pounded loudly in his ringing ears.

“Hmpfh,” a muffled replied came from under a collapsed table of books, equipment, and ingredients.

Fred walked over and spied a bit of wizard’s robe sticking out from the debris. He gently pulled and revealed a dazed George sporting blackened hair standing on end and a face smudged with purple and yellow streaks. He yanked George up to a sitting position and looked closely into his face.

“Are you alright?” asked a worried Fred.

George shook his head scattering bits of potion then grinned crookedly at his twin.

“Smashing!” he replied.

Fred let out a sigh of relief and grabbed his brother in a fierce hug. \"You scared me, you wanker!”

George hugged back. “Ah, Freddy, it’s so nice you care.” He then kissed Fred on the lips.

Fred shoved him away with a “Sod off you poofter!”

George stuck out his stained lip in a pout causing Fred to laugh. George spied a dungball lying next to him and picked it up and chucked it at his brother. Fred’s Beater instincts allowed him to easily bat it away. He pulled several more dungballs from his own pocket and proceeded to pummel his twin. George scurried behind overturned furniture and returned the fire. An all out war emerged that lasted until they heard someone clear their throats. The twins looked up at the door and saw Angelina and Alicia standing in the doorway, gaping at the dung covered men who rolled on the floor in the wreckage in their lab.

Angelina turned to Alicia and shook her head. “They’ll never grow up will they?”

Alicia rolled her eyes. “Highly doubtful,” she replied.

The twins blushed sheepishly.

“Er, what brings you lovely ladies to our humble abode?” asked Fred.

“Lee is sick and can’t come into the shop today. I told him we’d stop by on our way to Quidditch practice,” said Alicia who lived with Lee.

“When we knocked we heard all this commotion so when you didn’t answer we got worried and decided to investigate,” said Angelina. “I see we shouldn’t have bothered.”

“So Lee’s skived off has he?” George inquired with a sly grin.

“No, he’s really sick. Caught the pixie pox from his little sister. Sends his regrets for the short notice,” replied Alicia. “Well Angelina, our teammates will be ranting if we’re late today. Best head off. Weasleys.” Alicia nodded goodbye and left.

Angelina looked down on Fred and George and snorted. “You two! See you at the Pub.”

“Thanks very much for your concern!” The twins shouted towards the lovely retreating backside of Angelina. They sighed in unison. Fred got up and dusted himself off.

“I am going to shower then open up the shop. Don’t worry about showing up. I can handle it by myself,” he said to George.

George stood up. He shrugged. “But I thought I’d give you the day off.” He wondered if Kitten would come in again. He didn’t want to take a chance that he might miss her.

Fred was thinking something similar. “No, you have a bit of a mayhem to clean up. Plus you’ll want to give the Do Depart Tarts another go. If you finish with those then have some free time. I can manage the shop. It’s a slow week.”

“Well, alright if you can manage without me. I would like another go at those tarts.\" said George.

“What did happen dear bro? Not like you to explode things these days. That’s more my duty.” Fred smiled.

“The last thing I remember is putting in Doxy droppings. Oh no!” George slapped his forehead. “I didn’t grind them to a fine powder. What a twit.”

“Something on your mind Georgie?” Fred waggled his eyebrows at his brother. “And what is her name?”

George’s face turned crimson under the purple, yellow and dung colored smears on his face. How does he do that? He wondered to himself. Fred can see into my brain, I’m sure of it. He replied,
“She’s called Kitten. I hardly know her but she’s made a big impression on me. I hope to see more of her.” Every single centimeter! he thought.

“And it’s about time you met some nice girl,” said Fred thinking of how long George had moped over his break up with Katie.

“Who said she was nice?” George replied.

Fred laughed as he walked out and headed towards the bathroom. He smiled to himself as he anticipated another meeting with his new friend Chloe. He hoped today she’d drop by the shop to see him again. He let his thoughts drift back to his recent exploits as he entered the shower. At the last minute he reached for his wand and cast an Imperturbable charm on the door.
George, who passed by a few minutes later, did not hear the low moans emitting from the shower. He continued blithely to the kitchen where he put the kettle on and sat down at the table.


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Chapter Updated with corrections
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