NO SIGNAL ➝ FRED WEASLEY [1] ✓

FIFTY ONE [12 GRIMMAULD PLACE]

The expression on Molly Weasley's face when she saw the ring on Amelia's finger the next morning was nothing short of a mixture of shocked and overjoyed.

Ginny, on the other hand, was horrified.

"Please tell me my idiot brother did not ask you to marry him." The youngest Weasley said in a disgusted tone with her jaw dropped, letting her spoon clink back into the bowl of cereal in front of her on the kitchen table.

"What, you don't want me to be your sister-in-law?" Amelia said with a teasing frown, sitting in the chair next to Ginny. "I'm just kidding, he didn't propose."

Ginny let out a sigh of relief and allowed herself to laugh at the absurdity of the situation before going back to her breakfast.

Fred came downstairs a while later, George by his side. The twins were chatting quietly about something, and the smirk on Fred's face told Amelia that whatever they were talking about was something related to a prank.

The strange thing was, however, that the boys seemed to have switched clothes. Fred was usually dressed more comfortably, in either jeans or sweatpants, while George preferred to be a bit more dressed up.

But today, Fred was wearing the dress pants and George was wearing the joggers.

And the icing on the already strange cake was that George sat down next to Amelia, putting his arm around the back of her chair and giving her a charming smile.

Now, Amelia Bishop prided herself on always being able to tell the Weasley twins apart, even before they had developed their own senses of style. Not only did their mannerisms and personalities completely differ—if you paid enough attention, of course—but even when they were trying to trick her like it seemed they were this morning, George had a mole on his neck that Fred did not.

"Morning, gorgeous." George said from next to her.

Amelia looked across the table to where her boyfriend had sat down, finding that he was desperately trying to hold in a smile.

Deciding to play along, Amelia turned back to George. "Morning, handsome."

The smile on Fred's face faltered, but only momentarily. Did she really not notice? He thought to himself, disappointed. He had known Amelia for just about seven years now, and he was quite offended that she didn't notice they had switched.

Amelia was set on rolling with their little prank as long as she could, and in the back of her mind she wondered why they chose Christmas morning of all days to mess with her.

So when George leaned in to kiss her on the cheek, she let him, watching her boyfriend's face go red.

Seriously, Amelia thought. Do they think I'm stupid?

The final straw for Fred was when his twin brother started inching his face towards Amelia's, until they were almost nose to nose; of course, he had no intention of really kissing her. It was all just to get a rise out of Fred.

When they were only a few millimeters away from touching, Amelia burst into laughter, unable to keep her composure for any longer.

"Seriously," She said between peals of giggles. "You think I couldn't tell you two apart? C'mon, give me some credit, boys."

Amelia got up from next to George, swatting him on the back of the head with her open palm. She then sat next to Fred and leaned over to kiss him on the lips before hitting  him as well.

"Merlin, Meely, you need to stop hitting me!"

i don't like this one as much but it's just a filler so