This wasn't like anything George had ever heard of. Why on earth, with his habit of smashing things, hadn't he thought of this for his own business venture? Buy a fake wand and get ten minutes to blow stuff up in the back room. Too late now, the idea was taken.
He smiled as he set Fred on the shelf, amusing himself for a moment while he pictured his twin's reaction to this. It would have been much like his own, but perhaps louder. Many people had gotten Fred and George confused over the years, as the differences between them were subtle. Fred was always the one talking, while George tended to stay quiet until the perfect comment came to him. Fred was always the more ruthless one, as well. While never outright seeking to harm others, he always went that one step further to achieve the desired results. George often imagined that, had their positions been reversed, Fred would have self-destructed without the calming presence of his twin to keep him in check.
George turned away from the wall and took the plate from Parvati. He studied it, turning it over in his hands. The poor thing had no idea what was coming to it. He tossed it lightly in his hands a few times, feeling the weight of it. Without a word, he shifted it into his right hand and flung it like a Frisbee. It whistled through the air and hit the wall with a most satisfying smash.