The Weasley twins sat together in mirrored expressions of deep thought.

"You know, Forge," one finally proposed.

"Yes, Gred?"

"I'm not quite certain I remember—"

"—which one of us is Fred—"

"—and which one of us is George. By George, that was my thought exactly."

"Amazing how we do that."

"Yes, yes, simply amazing."

"Quite."

They paused in thought some more.

"Huh," one began, blinking.

"I really—"

"—have no idea."

"Guess we could tease Mum a little less, then."

"Nonsense. Where's the fun in that?"