Fred went speechless again for a second and then turned like he was going to leave - hands balled into fists at his side. He actually went a few steps, before he turned back, and yes he really was yelling now - getting looks from the muggles walking by them - but he couldn't be arsed to care.
"You know the worst sodding part is that it's all total rubbish. Because you're a sodding liar and I bet it cuts like a fucking knife that mum is crying about you. I bet you just wish you could run back to her right now, and it probably hurts worse because you know that's all she wants too. Just your fucking pride in the way, right? Because you're not so dumb you can't realize that a fight doesn't mean you're not one of us. That because dad doesn't agree with you doesn't mean he doesn't love you. You think it makes mum any difference there are six more of us? There's no more of you. And I may have been a git to you, Percy, but how many times did I have your back when some Slytherin git was coming for you just because you were a Prefect, or a Head Boy, or a skinny weak little know it all? George and I put in enough blows with our bats to protect you too, you know, you giant prat. So we took the piss more with you than with anyone else. You're our brother. Or you were. Don't know what you think you are now, but if you want to be cut off? Fine."