Disclaimer: I hereby give all creative rights up to J.K.R.

This was inspired by a comment someone made.


'Hermione are you okay?' The twins looked up from their plates; mirrored expressions of worry on the faces.

Hermione huffed angrily and blushed at the large black stain of ink dripping down the kitchen wall. She muttered darkly as she repaired her ink well and replaced the ink.

Fred and George gave her a wary look, not too sure they should mess with the irate witch without any back up. However, everyone else was outside enjoying the sunshine and would arrive to late to help. They would be outside also, but the smell of their mother's leftover casserole was too much to bypass. They glanced at each other before throwing caution to the wind for the sake of humor and standing up.

'Sooooo, Hermione?" Fred leaned across the back of her chair, 'What's got your knickers in a twist?'

She pushed back and stood up from the table. Fred leapt back letting the chair clatter to the ground from the force, her hair flying all over the place and her wand in held tightly; the twins nearly dove for cover, nearly. 'Look at this!' She yelled, '7 bloody years at that stupid school without so much as a kink in my grades, and they have the bloody nerve to do this to me!' She thrust the very long scroll at them.

'Do what?' George grabbed the proffered parchment and examined it, 'Looks like transfiguration homework.'

'It is transfiguration homework! The life cycle of a bleeding owl and the effects on it if used in 8 different types of transfiguration. My research is flawless, flawless!'

'Um, we can see that Hermione.' Fred unrolled the parchment and caught the end before it hit the floor. 'So what's the problem?'

'Diagrams, detailed diagrams, that's what she bloody wants!'

'You're this worked up about diagrams? Surely this can't be too hard?' Fred and George exchanged baffled looks.

'Look at them,' she snarled, clenching her fists.

Fred and George repressed their laughter, 'what's wrong with them?' Fred asked his voice shaky.

She ground out through her teeth, 'I worked and worked all my life, I helped defeat their bloody dark lord, and my owls still look like winged potatoes.'

Fred and George couldn't help themselves and collapsed into boughts of laughter.

Hermione gave them a disgusted look, 'Fine, fine.' She gathered her homework in her arms and swept from the room, her nose held proudly in the air.


Fin