"And if they did expect you to be as smart as us, they're daft from the start," Fred added, pushing himself off the counter and clapping Percy on the shoulder too, just as unsympathetic as his brother. Percy had been a giant git about just about everything, his admitting it probably ought to hurt a little - but it was a step in the right direction, at least.
"Why wouldn't dad talk to you. You were wrong, you admit that and you'd be doing what he wanted you to do the whole bloody time? Pour me one of those, too," He said to George, tossing the empty bottle that had been his beer away and then sitting down at the table instead. "And mum will have herself a good cry and then probably try getting you to move back in to make up for lost time."