So a few disclaimers:

1. My wonderful husband made my crazy idea come to life for me! So this is a huge collaboration.

2. I'm unfortunately not the amazing J.K. Rowling, so the idea is mine but characters and their likeness are hers.


The Great Hall had been the scene of many happy gatherings; a place filled with friendship, laughter, and joyous greetings. But not today...or yesterday...or any day in recent memory, now that George put his mind to it. Today, just like yesterday, and most days lately, the Great Hall was filled with desks, books, and the scrawling of dozens of quills.
George and his twin brother Fred were amongst dozens of students in the Great Hall practicing for their exams. Just like they did in their Defense against the Dark Arts class, and their Transfiguration class, and their study periods, and...well, you get the picture.
"I miss the old days, Feorge." Fred whispered from the seat to his left when the study moderators weren't looking.
"Well put, Gred. You'd think we were here at school to learn, with all this studying." he responded.
Fred rolled his eyes. "We've taken so many practice N.E.W.T.s already, what's the point of taking another 'real' one, anyway?"
A threatening cough behind Fred prompted him to look up. One of the moderators, a particularly unfriendly one in fact, glared at him while pointing to the sign back by the entrance. One of many signs dictating the rules and regulations.
Fred squinted at the wall, saying, "All quills must be regulation in color in length. But I swear this quill is perfect..."
"Not that rule, you fool!" the moderator growled. "The one that says, 'all N.E.W.T. study session will be conducted in SILENC...'"
"Hem, hem."
A short squeak immediately brought silence to the moderator. From the front of the hall, Delores Umbridge's attention had been attracted; Something no one present wanted.
"Is there a problem, Mr. Weasley?" She asked in her usual tone, as if all the sugar and sweets of England had been poured into her to try and cover up the evil center the twins knew was there under all that pink fluff.
"Not at all, Ma'am. Just ensuring my quill is within regulations." The moderator's face went red with rage, but he dared not speak and incur the wrath of Umbridge.
She looked as if Fred has said the sky was pink. It had taken all of five minutes in their presence to realize that the twins were chaos incarnate, and if there was one thing Umbridge hated, it was chaos in any form.
"I'm sure it is, Mr. Weasley. Please continue, and in silence." She cocked her head and smiled.
"Yes Ma'am." Fred saluted, and turning back to the moderator, winked. He walked away, not daring to make any more commotion, no matter how he wished he could throttle the pair of them.
George chuckled once the moderator was a safe distance away. "Good one, Gred."
"Thank you, Feorge." He thought for a moment. "You know, I think this place would get back to normal a lot faster if she wasn't so fundamentally sour."
"I agree," said George. "We could get her a new wardrobe. Something a little sunnier, perhaps?"
Fred laughed, "How do you get sunnier then bonnet-to-heels pink?"
George's eyes lit up. "I've got it! All she needs is a proper hobby, and I have just the idea."
Fred knew that look, and doubted it had anything to do with something good for Umbridge. He was just fine with that. "What do you have in mind?"
"Well," George realized just in time that another moderator was getting close, and focused all his attention back on his quillwork. Once passed he whispered back to Fred, "Later. Meet me by Snape's class this afternoon. We're going to need to con some ingredients of him. We need some ashwinder eggs, powdered moonstone..."