Ok, so I'm attempting to write some drabbles, to have something to put on here while I sit in front of Mirrors not knowing what to type. I've never written drabbles before – I really can't write anything short, but here goes...
All characters belong to JK Rowling, the queen of HP
More to come if I get some reviews (:
Christmas
'Turkey, Muriel?' Arthur asked, passing the old woman a large dish.
She nodded, not noticing Fred and George's evil grins as a dungbomb was activated at the word 'turkey'.
But then nobody noticed, not until large amounts of green smoke and a pungent smell emitted into the kitchen of The Burrow from under Aunt Muriel's seat
'Too many sprouts, Auntie?' George grinned, already slipping out of his seat
'It was nice knowing you George,' Fred said as Mrs Weasley and Muriel rounded on the twins.
'RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!'
Another Detention...
'This sucks,' said George, cleaning out something slimy from a jar in Snape's office. 'This really sucks.'
Fred nodded, but couldn't help grinning.
'At least we found out what happens if you mix butterbeer, liquid nitrogen, unicorn horn and Snape's hair grease,' he sniggered.
'Not much,' George sighed, 'considering.'
'Unless,' came a cruel voice from behind them, 'you dunderheads didn't remember about delayed reactions.'
A nasty smile played across Snape's face as the twins' 'potion' started hissing and bubbling furiously at a wave of the potions master's wand.
Fred gasped as a splash of it landed right by him.
'RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!'
O.
'Swap?' Fred offered, looking down at his dreadful O.W.L results.
The twins swapped their pieces of paper silently, both looking relieved to find they'd done as badly as the other.
'We've just got to make sure Mum doesn't see these now,' George grimaced.
But Mrs Weasley has eyes, and ears, like an eagle.
'See what?' she said, who was at their shoulder within seconds of George's remark.
'Dammit,' muttered Fred as their mother took the papers from their hands.
'RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!'