"What good would it do to try to change him. Be like trying to get a Puff to fly. I mean you can glue wings on and toss them in the air but they're just going to fall again." It was a horrible analogy, but Fred always knew what George meant half the time.
"I don't know. Maybe his problem was never getting a good stick up the arse," George mused. And then made a face. Sometimes it would come in handy to think before he spoke. Way too much trouble to start, though.
"He was a git to us anyway. And now to the whole family. Even mum, and she worships him. Still wishes we'd been dull and racked up Owls and gotten proper jobs." Though not as much now that Percy wasn't actually acknowledging he had family, probably.