George mockingly glared at him as he pulled off his shirt, swapping it with Fred. "One day, I'm going to come up with something to make you incredibly fat so you can't 'borrow' from me." Not that he'd never done it. Hell, half the time their clothes got mixed up, anyway, and he'd have to go raid Fred's room to get the stuff he liked back.
"We are switching places," he began as he pulled the shirt over his head, "because it is going to be hilarious to watch Zacharias Smith's face when you finally get a frigging clue about what he's been doing." He smirked at his twin and compared their jeans. Same color, same style, so that was safe. "Swap the shoes; it'd be our luck he'd notice shite like that." He shuffled his own off and pulled Fred's on.
"Watch and learn, dear brother," he announced with a smirk, heading out the door.