Poppy rubbed her eyes and bit back a yawn. Midnight and still the towering pile of paperwork remained unfinished. The hospital wing was dusky in the moonlight and littered with shadows, making the room appear haunted and Poppy shivered as she gazed through the ajar door separating the office from the rest of the hospital wing. Sighing, she dipped her quill back into the depleted ink pot, she pulled the next roll of parchment towards her.
Half way through the first paragraph her hand stilled, a whimpering moan had broken the silence of the dark room. Poppy lay down her quill softly, reached over to the flickering candle placed at the desk and silently rose. The moan could only be that of Mr George Weasley. Intelligent as he and his brother may be, they did the silliest of things sometimes. Between him and his twin, they caused most of the trouble in the school and were well known for not caring about the consequences. Well, this will teach him. They had 'borrowed' their brother's broomstick and after daring each other closer and closer to the Whomping Willow, the game had been put to an abrupt stop when George got in the way of one of the swaying branches. The injuries he had gained were nothing too serious, but painful none the less.
She placed her free hand on the door handle but before she could push the door open further another noise joined the quiet moans. Shuffling feet accompanied a small body identical to the one lying in the bed. Moonlight glinted off the bright ginger hair which quickly moved to the only occupied bed in the room.
"George?"
The whisper was faint but still audible to Poppy standing behind the office door.
"Shh, Georgie, I'm here."
The moans quietened with the calming words and Fred smoothed down the sticky fringe that clutched at George's forehead before lifting the covers and climbing in beside him.
Gaze softened, Poppy smiled and drew back slightly so to not disturb the soft snores now emitting from the bed. Almost angelic, she thought, when not causing mischief. When sure that the boys were not going to wake, she blew out the candle and creeped through the office door, past the beds and out into the corridor.
Professor McGonagall stalked down the corridor. Those blasted twins! When she finds that Fred Weasley, he is going to regret all of his 'brilliant ideas' with the long list of punishments she had prepared for him. Maybe she could start him on clearing the algae from the lake by hand, or maybe a weeks worth of detentions helping Snape prepare some of the more pungent potions ingredients. She smiled at the thought.
Turning the corner quickly, she came face to face with Madam Pomfrey coming out of the hospital wing. Before she could say anything, Poppy smiled, put her finger to her lips and waved her hand towards the crack through the door she had just exited. Two bodies lay curled around each other tightly in a bed in the corner. Fred and George Weasley fast asleep in each others arms looking positively 'adorable'. Minevra paused, she'll sort them out in the morning. And with that thought, she turned around and went straight back to bed.