You're a prefect? Oh Ronnie! That's everyone in the family!" "What are Fred and I? Next door neighbors?— J. K. Rowling
Fantastic George Weasley quotations
Longbottom, if brains were gold, you'd be poorer than Weasley, and that's saying something.
Now, you two – this year, you behave yourselves.
If I get one more owl telling me you've – you've blown up a toilet or –" "Blown up a toilet? We've never blown up a toilet." "Great idea though, thanks, Mum.
The thing about growing up with Fred and George," said Ginny thoughtfully, "is that you sort of start thinking anything's possible if you've got enough nerve.
What are Fred and I? Next door neighbors?
I thought it sounded a bit like Percy singing.
.. maybe you've got to attack him while he's in the shower, Harry.
Everybody finished the song at different times.
At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march.
We'll send you a Hogwarts toilet seat!
Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother?
What are we doing here? Has something gone wrong?” “Oh no, Ron,” came Fred’s voice, very sarcastically. “No, this is exactly where we wanted to end up.
You haven't got a letter on yours," George observed.
"I suppose she thinks you don't forget your name. But we're not stupid-we know we're called Gred and Forge.
George,” said Fred, “I think we’ve outgrown full-time education.
” “Yeah, I’ve been feeling that way myself,” said George lightly.
Fred and George turned to each other and said together, “Wow — we’re identical!
Oh, get out of the way, Percy,” said Fred.
“Harry’s in a hurry.” “Yeah, he’s off to the Chamber of Secrets for a cup of tea with his fanged servant,” said George, chortling.
What do we want to be prefects for?” said George, looking revolted at the very idea. “It’d take all the fun out of life.
Blimey,” said the other twin. “Are you — ?” “He is,” said the first twin. “Aren’t you?” he added to Harry. “What?” said Harry. “Harry Potter,” chorused the twins. “Oh, him,” said Harry. “I mean, yes, I am.
Hey, look — Harry’s got a Weasley sweater, too!” Fred and George were wearing blue sweaters, one with a large yellow F on it, the other a G. “Harry’s is better than ours, though,” said Fred, holding up Harry’s sweater. “She obviously makes more of an effort if you’re not family.
Don't, Ginny, we'll send you loads of owls.
We'll send you a Hogwarts toilet seat. George! Only joking, Mum.
So top grade's O for 'Outstanding,'" Hermione was saying, "and then there's A-" "No, E," George corrected her, "E for 'Exceeds Expectations.' And I've always thought Fred and I should've got E in everything, because we exceeded expectations just by turning up for the exams.
Fred and George turned to each other and said together, "Wow, we're identical!" "I dunno though, I think I'm still better looking," said Fred, examining his reflection in the kettle.
Anyone can speak Troll. All you have to do is point and grunt.
Time is Galleons, little brother.
I believe your friends Misters Fred and George Weasley were responsible for trying to send you a toilet seat. No doubt they thought it would amuse you.
How do you feel, Georgie?" whispered Mrs.
Weasley. George's fingers groped for the side of his head. "Saintlike," he murmured. "What's wrong with him?" croaked Fred, looking terrified. "Is his mind affected?" "Saintlike," repeated George, opening his eyes and looking up at his brother. "You see...I'm HOLEY, Fred, geddit?
Size is no guarantee of power.
We let off a Dungbomb in the corridor and it upset him for some reason—" "So he hauled us off to his office and started threatening us with the usual—" "—detention—" "—disembowelment—
Yeah, size is no guarantee of power,” said George.
“Look at Ginny.” “What d’you mean?” said Harry. “You’ve never been on the receiving end of one of her Bat-Bogey Hexes, have you?
We tried to shut him in a pyramid, but Mum spotted us.
Ginny Weasley, who sat next to Colin Creevey in Charms, was distraught, but Harry felt that Fred and George were going the wrong way about cheering her up. They were taking turns covering themselves with fur or boils and jumping out at her from behind statues.
How're we getting to King's Cross tomorrow, Dad?" asked Fred as they dug into a sumptuous pudding. "The Ministry's providing a couple of cars," said Mr. Weasley. Everyone looked up at him. "Why?" said Percy curiously. "It's because of you, Perce," said George seriously. "And there'll be little flags on the hoods, with HB on them-" "-for Humongous Bighead," said Fred.
Harry!" said Fred, elbowing Percy out of the way and bowing deeply.
"Simply splendid to see you, old boy-" "Marvelous," said George, pushing Fred aside and seizing Harry's hand in turn. "Absolutely spiffing." Percy scowled. "That's enough, now," said Mrs. Weasley. "Mum!" said Fred as though he'd only just spotted her and seizing her hand too. "How really corking to see you-
Can't stay long, Mother," he said. "I'm up front, the prefects have got two compartments to themselves-" "Oh, are you a prefect, Percy?" said one of the twins, with an air of great surprise. "You should have said something, we had no idea." "Hang on, I think I remember him saying something about it," said the other twin. "Once-" "Or twice-" "A minute-" "All summer-" "Oh, shut up," said Percy the Prefect.