Disclaimer: I do NOT, no matter how much I want to, own these characters. They were created by J.K. Rowling

A/N: This actually happened at my high school. No lie. Ask T3hWh1t3P4nth3r if you don't believe me!

Hermione was interrupted by amused laughter coming down the hallway. She turned, she her head, and looked again to make sure she wasn't going mental. She knew she wasn't when Ron blurted out, "What the bloody hell are you two doing?"

It was quite a sight. Fred and George had somehow managed to get a hold of a pair of crutches. Fred was sitting on the ground holding onto the smaller ends while George was standing behind him holding onto the other ends. As Fred sat on an old worn out school bag, George dragged him around the hall. They stopped when they reached Harry, Ron, and Hermione. All three of them reacted differently. Hermione was shaking her head in annoyance, Harry was slightly amused, and Ron looked shocked and confused at the same time.

"What are those things?" asked Ron.

"No clue," said Fred with a smile.

"But we're having a great time using them!" added George.

"They're crutches," said Hermione. The three Weasley boys stared at her, waiting for an explanation. "They're used by muggles if they break a leg, ankle, or foot. It helps them to get around." Now Fred and George shared the same puzzled look as Ron. Hermione looked at Harry for help.

"Here," said Harry, putting his bag down on the floor. "Let me show you." George handed the crutches to him. Harry placed the curved ends just under his armpits, bent his right leg at the knee, and hopped with the crutches to the wall and back.

"That's no fun," said George.

"I like our way much better," said Fred, who was still sitting on the floor.

"Suit yourselves," Harry shrugged as he gave the crutches back to George.

"I'd hate to be a muggle," said Ron. George had already begun to drag Fred down the hallway again. "If I break something, I would want my mum to give me a swig of Skele-Grow. That would put it back right."

"The muggle way is less painful, Ron," argued Hermione.

"But it takes longer," added Harry while picking up his bag.

"I don't care," Ron shook his head and shrugged. "I still like magic better."

"Anyway," said Harry, ready to change the subject. "What were you saying, Hermione?"