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Lasgna, Baked Ziti, and Pasta Fagioli

Groans came from the pile of boys who just toppled out of the closet.

nsuspecPoking at one, George questioned, "Who're you lot? Do I have to call Percy or Harry?"

As one of them looked up, a big wide smile was plastered onto his face. He jumped up, accidentally stepping on the other boy's arm.

"Watch it, will you?" the other boy shrieked, his voice an octave higher than usual.

Upon realizing that they weren't harmless and that they were apparently American, George slowly put his wand back into his back pocket.

The second one stood up and as he did so, the other smiled wider [if that was possible] and said, "I'm Travis, that's Connor. Nice to meet you!"

The boy stood up and held out his hand, which George reluctantly took.

"We heard you and your brother were the best prankers in ALL of Europe!" the other one said, brushing himself off.

"My brother's dead," he said seriously, a look of sneer on his face from the want of his brother. All he wanted was his partner in crime, his fellow prankster, his brother back.

Unsuspectedly, these two strange boys comforted him.

"We're sorry, dude," one started.

Another continued, "we wanted to meet you guys so badly. We're like you but,"

"From America?" George ended.

"How'd you know?" the twins said in unison.

"Well, first from your crazy accents..." he started, but was interrupted by a strange noise.

"Lasgna! Baked Ziti! Pasta Fagioliiiiiiii!" somebody sang from afar in a deep, operatic voice.

"Rats!" George said, only to be punctuated by someone coming up the stairs.

"Um, George?" a guy with turquoise hair and eyes that couldn't seem to choose a color to stay in.

George looked at him and nodded, the other boy realizing this as a sign to continue.

"We might have a little problem with Uncle Harry singing opera about pasta," he finished, blushing red.

George groaned and looked at the twins, saying, "You two, stay here," then scurried off to find the savior singing about Pasta Fagioli.

"So," Teddy continued, looking at the twins, "Who might you two be?"