Fred tried to shake his head but his thoughts were so on his feet that he could barely even remember how to do both at the same time. He gave up with the gesture and chose words instead. "No," he said. "Not one of mine." He started to wonder if George had gotten up to a prank on his own but he couldn't think of when the guy would have had the time to even consider it. "It might be one of George's... maybe?"
He looked in the direction of the shop, trying to locate his brother by sight. "If it is, I am so going to get him back the second this stops. You in?"