The first part of my first fanfiction, so please be kind!
Raindrops slowly trickled down the window. Although it had been raining all week, it looked as if the cloud began to drift away, only leaving traces of a grey sky. Not that anyone in the Gryffindor common room seemed to care. The fireplace lit up the entire room, casting a golden glow on everything. This was how he saw her. Sitting with a book in her hands, seated in front of the fire, with a relaxed look on her face. Her bushy hair was tamed into a low bun - the baby hairs bristling in every direction. She looked effortlessly beautiful.
"Oi, are you even listening?". A slap on Fred's shoulder woke him up. He turned his head to look at his twin brother, who gave him a mischievous smile.
"Shut up, don't even say it", said Fred, already fearing George's teasing.
"I'm not saying anything!", George's smile became larger. Fred glanced on the paper his brother had put in front of him. The Ultimate Exit. They had gotten enough of Umbridge's stupid rules - or laws as they are probably better explained as.
They were almost done with the plan, only thing missing would be the main piece; the fireworks.
"I suppose you've worked on the fireworks, George?"
"What, I thought you were the one in charged of that?", answered George hastily. They looked at each other. How could they forget such a thing?
They sighed simultaneously, "How could you forget it?", "Me?", "Oh stop it.", "It's your fault!". The words came flying through the room, as they both slowly raised their voice. The twins rarely argued, but when they finally did everyone and their mother could hear it.
The sound of a book forcefully being shut stopped their dispute.
"Is it too much to ask for some simple piece of quiet?". The small bushy haired girl stood up with her hands on her hips and furrowed eyebrows. Hermione Granger had finally had enough of the twins bickering. It disturbed her homework - her education, all for some stupid prank.
The twins calmed down, both their faces turning a bright red of embarrassment. A low toned "sorry, 'Mione" was all that came through their mouths. This got Hermione to sit back down and furiously open her book. Not that she could concentrate. No, this disturbance threw her off track. She sighed, stood up once more, and marched out of the common room.
The boys looked after her, perplexed.
"So about the fireworks?.."