Chasing the Girl
Chapter 1
"We're running out of fake wands," George said, peering inside an old cardboard box. "There's only-" he turned the box upside down and gave it a good shake, "six.. seven.. eight left."
"We'll be needing more Skiving Snackboxes too," Fred said. He glanced round at the mess around them. "In fact…"
George followed his gaze. The Weasley twins had snuck down to their usual broom cupboard to go over their stock; for the last six months, they had been selling their inventions left right and centre, and had the beginnings of a small fortune bulging in their robe pockets. But now, most of the boxes were… there was no getting round it… empty.
"Ah," said George.
"Ah is right. How are we meant to get enough of this stuff before-"
"- The exams," George cut in glumly.
"People will be counting on us for a good skive."
"And if we don't live up to their expectations… our business is down the toilet."
"Exactly." Sighing, Fred sat down in frustration - straight into the box of punching telescopes, which immediately launched a violent attack on his behind. "YEEOOOW!" he howled.
"Watch it!" George said, grabbing his twin's arm and hauling him up. He peered anxiously into the box.
"Oh, nice one - that was our last box of telescopes, and now they're as flattened as that cat's face."
"It wasn't my fault," protested Fred indignantly, in what was a rather pointless argument as it was undoubtedly his fault.
"Yeah, well if you didn't have such a big fat-"
"Shhh!" Fred hissed suddenly. George shut up and listened. Sure enough, there was a horribly familiar voice outside.
"Well, well, well, what's that Mrs Norris? You smell students out of bed."
Filch. Both twins suppressed groans. It was against the rules to walk the corridors at night, and if Filch discovered their boxes… it wasn't worth thinking about. No one had ever caught them before. Why would they? Apart from Filch, who would have thought to look in a dusty old broom cupboard at three in the morning?
"Fred," George mouthed, giving him a sharp kick on the shin. He jerked his head at the boxes. Nodding, Fred helped him pile the few remaining items inside as quickly as possible. Within the seconds the boxes had been pushed safely behind a roll of carpets. Now they turned desperately looking for a place to hide - but there are very few places to hide in a cramped broom cupboard, especially when there are two of you. Both twins whispered "Nox" to "turn off" the light from their wands. Then they stood silently, praying that Filch wouldn't think to check inside. A few minutes past, and they were about to relax when they heard something that made their stomachs drop.
A small scratching on the outside of the door.
Both Fred and George had the urge to hurl the door open as fast as they could, and send Mrs Norris flying into the wall. They might as well have done, for the next second they heard hurrying footsteps and the door was flung open.
"What have we here?" said Filch, his pale eyes glinting with delight at the sight in front of him; Fred and George Weasley in their matching green pyjamas, caught red-handed and slightly blackened (one of their fireworks had been a little over-excited at their arrival) crouching in a broom cupboard.
Authors Note: I love Fred and George! This is just a short introduction to the fic, I should be updating it soon. If you liked it (or even if you didn't) please leave a review, it makes it all worth it!