It was early in the morning when the two boys crept out of their bedroom to make their way to the far end of hall.
“You sure you want to do this?” George asked.
Fred gave him an odd look, “Are you kidding me?”
“Of course I am, you gimp! Keep moving. We need to get to the attic before anyone gets up.”
They rushed to the spot in the middle of the hall then pulled the rope to reveal the ladder.
“And she thought she could keep them from us,” said Fred with an evil grin.
“It’s not her usual hiding space. She’s getting clever at it,” said George.
“Well of course she is! She’s our Mother. Where else would she get her cleverness? Besides Mom told Dad go up here to catch that boggart. So the gifts must be hidden here.”
“But what about the boggart?” asked George.
“Dad made such a big deal about catching the damn thing that I doubt there was one. They’re trying to throw us off!”
“That’s genius! Remind me to pull that prank on Percy one day.”
The two of them almost stumbled over each other as they raced up the steps.
They stood at the top of the landing, peering into the dusty room.
“See anything?” asked George.
“Nope, not – hold on!” Fred saw a glimmer of ribbon at the corner of the room. He slapped his brother on the shoulder to show him the object.
“Jackpot!” said George as he rubbed his greedy hands together.
The two of them walked over to the birthday gifts that were hidden away all month. As they got within a few feet of their presents, a low rustling noise came from the other side of the attic. Fred and George turned to see their mother, Molly, standing there in her nightgown with a demonic look on her face.
“I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU BOYS TO NEVER GO LOOKING FOR YOUR PRESENTS!
The twins stood deathly still as if their feet were cemented to the floor.
“BUT YOU DISOBEYED ME ANYWAYS! NOW I HAVE NO CHOICE,” Molly raised her hand, which held a large plank with nails in it, “BUT TO BEAT YOUR BLOODY BUMS OFF!!”
They simultaneously screamed as they raced to the ladder to escape. But just as they made their way to the steps….up comes -
“Well, I see that you’ve found your presents!” said another Molly with a devious grin.
“Bloody Hell! Are we dreaming?” Fred looked to his brother. George was looking in the other direction as the other Molly was slowly making her way to them.
“I don’t know, but I think I’m going to be sick!!”
Both of the Mollys converged on the twins. As they got them in the corner, the Molly with the paddled raised it high in the air. She let out a cackling scream that was so loud that both boys fainted into a puddle of their own urine.
“You think they learned their lesson?” said Molly, but with her husband’s voice.
“Of course not, Authur. But it was fun teaching them,” said his real wife. They high-fived each other then scooped up the semi conscience twins.
“Happy Birthday, lads,” said their father.
“And April Fools, you little punks,” replied their mother.