Here is a little ode to Fred and George, who may be gone from Hogwarts' hallowed halls but are keeping their legend alive there most spectacularly...
Fred and George
Fred and George, George and Fred,
Mischief-making brothers
Mirthful as their hair's red,
Much loved by the others.
Their remarks, swift and sly,
Bounce between them freely.
Bludgers flee when they fly;
Their resolve is steely.
Rarely found on their own,
Hogwarts folks see double
With these twins, cheerful clones
Trafficking in trouble.
Setting off school alarms
With each new creation,
They concoct clever charms,
Fuel Filch's frustration.
Faculty shake their heads,
Feigning disapproval;
Deeply impressed instead,
They dread their removal.
What a grand path they've forged!
Who can follow after
George and Fred, Fred and George,
Lauded lads of laughter?
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"Lauded lads of laughter..." what a great description of Fred and George! I like the playful tone of this poem, which seems especially fitting for these pranksters.
(If I'm not mistaken, JKR has indicated that their birthday is April 1. Go figure!)
I think I remember reading that too. Perfect birthday for them! I confess that Fred and George are my favorite of all the Hogwarts students. They just have such a way of lighting up a room...
You bet. :-) "Finest dragon skin, little bro!"
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