Title: Wicked
Rating: K (so far, later on R/Nc-17)
Author: maljoy
Summary: George is really not looking forward to his last year at Hogwarts..
Warnings: None for this chapter
Disclaimer: Everything you recognize belongs to JK Rowling.
Author's Note: This is sort of a prologue.. Any most important: I need a beta, English is not my first language, and I hope that someone will help me out please feel free to correct my grammar or spelling in the comments.
It was the last day of summer, which meant that tomorrow was the first day of George's seventh and last year at Hogwarts. And to be honest, he wasn't overly thrilled.
The summer had been long and filled with preparations for the joke shop that he and his twin brother, Fred, were planning on opening straight after leaving Hogwarts.
Now that they were finally able to do magic outside of school, they could finally start producing the products they wanted to make and experiment with the spells, instead of just working with potions and muggle gunpowder for their tricks.
But obliviously, their experimentation had been limited this year, as they'd stayed at 12 Grimmauld Place with the rest of the Order, having been forced to clean the house and help their mother for most of the summer.
Time not spend helping their mother had, of course, been spend either pranking or working on their products. The latter often involved the first, as they needed test subjects. George personal favourite had been testing their first version of the Puking Pastilles on Ron, which had caused their youngest brother to puke for 3 days straight, and had earn them a good yelling from their mother and a week of dish-duty. Obliviously it had been worth it.
Fred, however, thought that it was their testing of the Portable Swamp that had been the best part of their summer. This little number had earned them another week of dish washing plus the joy of having to clean the portrait of Ms. Black. Once again, it had been worth it.
The thought of going back to school, although it would mean that their were free of their mothers watchful eye, made George's stomach heavy, and, as far as he knew, Fred felt the same way.
It was clear to both of the twins that there was nothing left for them to do at Hogwarts and they were more than ready for what life had to give them outside of school. But even if neither of them wished to return, they would. They had both agreed to make their mother happy and get a somewhat decent exam. They could wait.
It wasn't long until the real fun would begin.