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A/N: A little One-shot drabble I couldn't resist writing. Came to me while reading the first Harry Potter book again.

"Weasley, Fred!" McGonagall called.

A boy with bright red hair walked up to the front and put the sorting hat on.

Well, another Weasley? But what do we have here? You're not Fred at all are you? You're his twin!

The sorting hat said into his ear.

"Maybe, or maybe I'm really Fred and we just think so alike not even you can tell us apart," the boy thought back.

Fine then, Fred, George, who ever you are, you belong in GRYFFINDOR!

"Well done Fred," the boys' brother, Percy, said as the boy sat next to him.

"I'm not Fred, I'm George, can't you tell us apart yet Perce?" The twin laughed.

"Weasley, George!"

Another red headed boy went up to the front and put the hat on, he looked exactly like his brother.

Are you Fred? Or George? The hat asked.

"Now that would be telling," the boy laughed silently.

I have a feeling you're going to be trouble, what better place for it then GRYFFINDOR!

"You two! You didn't really swap places for the sorting did you?" Percy asked nervously.

"Maybe," they smiled at him with perfect innocence on their faces.

Percy groaned and put his head on the table.

A/N: They're always pretending to be each other, so why not when being sorted?