There was nothing that Fred had to say to any of that. Percy had always been infuriating, but Fred was fairly sure he'd never actually wanted to punch him. Sure, he'd punched him before - but never maliciously and now he felt like he wanted to beat his moronic, prattish face in. "Don't you say a word about mum." He hissed, and for a second he actually sounded threatening. "You don't know how often we had to listen to her cry about you. About what happened. About how sodding worried she is about her Percy. You think no one was proud of you? Unlikable poor little Percival. How many times over the years mum told us we should be more like you, and then this last year how often she's gone to bed sick thinking about you hating her? You have no sodding idea, so you can shut your damn mouth."
He took a few more steps back, off the curb accidentally then flustered and stepping back onto it so he wasnt run over by a car or something. "We always thought you were human under it all, Perce. Though we'd joke around with you enough that eventually that human side would peek out. But sod waiting for something that can't happen - it's just not there at all, is it? Don't you worry about George. He'll be fine. He's got a family."