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A.N. It is me again! May I present my latest masterpiece! In my evil, twisted opinion, this is my best story I've ever written! It actually has a plot, and a pretty good one at that! Pleez read and like!
"What are you two planning this time?" asked Mrs. Weasley suspiciously to Fred and George, who were whispering fervishly to one another over the breakfast table.
"Nothing, mum!" said George, shoving a spoonful of porridge into his mouth.
"Then it's not about the Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, I expect?" she questioned skeptically.
"Oh, mum, of course not!" piped up Fred, enthusiastically waving the idea away with his hand. "Nothing of the sort. In fact, we were just discussing ways how we could become more like Percy." Fred made his hands into glasses and put them over his face. He stood up in his chair and put on a smug look. "How dare you incompetent children make fun of my obsession – I mean, occupation! Why, if my skull wasn't as thick as the new cauldron bottoms –" at this, George snorted porridge all over the table.
"Fred, I would be pleased if you would not make fun of Percy. He's very ambitious, and all you and George are is bent on making trouble," said Mrs. Weasley curtly. "George, will you please clean that up?"
"Yes, mum," said George, but he got up from the table instead. Come on Fred, let's go pack our trunks."
"Righto," said Fred, and he jumped up from the table and dashed up the stairs with George.
"I thought your trunks were already packed!" hollered Mrs. Weasley.
"They were," shouted George, "but Ron and Ginny got into mine and chewed on everything! I have to fix it!"
"Yeah," yelled Fred, "Percy and… er… and Harry got into mine!"
"You two know that's a lie!" shouted Mrs. Weasley up at them, but the twins were already closed up in their bedroom.
"Okay," said George, shutting and locking the door behind them. "Have we got everything?"
"Everything on the list, it looks like," said Fred, reading off of a piece of parchment, "The video camera, the guitars, the broomsticks… Yup, looks like we're all set!"
"Alright!" said George, and he did a shrinking charm on one of the guitar cases and stuffed it into his trunk with all his school stuff. Fred shrunk the other guitar case and packed it into his trunk. They didn't have to shrink the video camera, it was foldable.
"Nifty!" remarked Fred as he folded the camera to the size of the palm of his hand.
George slammed and latched his trunk. "We'd better hurry or we'll make everybody late for the train!" Fred and George flung open the bedroom door and bounded out onto the stairs. But before they knew what had happened, they were sprawling on the ground in a tangle of arms and legs.
"Oy! What happened?" said the voice of Ron from somewhere underneath George's trunk.
"Where are my glasses?" said Harry, who was apparently on top of Fred. "Ginny, let go of my leg!"
"Oh, sorry," said Ginny, "I thought you were Ron!"
"Riiiiiiiiiight," said Ron.
"Did you two ambush us on purpose?" said Hermoine's voice, which was so muffled nobody could tell where it was coming from.
"No," said Fred.
"We didn't ambush you!" said George, as though the whole idea of it was absurd. "We were trying to save you from Percy! We thought we heard him coming, and his head has gotten so big lately that we thought he might crush you!"
"That hasn't been helped," complained Hermione from somewhere underneath all of them.
"What are you infudels doing?!" said Percy, who had come out of his room and was apparently trying to come down the stairs.
"Aagh!" shouted Fred, "There he is! Run for your lives, dear friends, I'll hold him off!" Fred grabbed a fake wand from his trunk, which turned immediately into a rubber chicken, and began waving it in Percy's face. "Back, you fiend!"
"I don't have time for childish incompetence," scoffed Percy, and he strutted back up to his room.
Fred bowed. "Thank you, thank you, it was nothing! Whenever you need an evil Percy warded off, just call on Sir Fred of Weasley!"
"Run along to the cars, kids," said Mrs. Weasley, who had come up the stairs to find them. Everyone untangled themselves and headed off down the stairs. Then she spotted Fred and George. "It only took you that long to fix your trunks?" she said, raising her eyebrows suspiciously.
"No, actually," said George, "it wasn't Ginny and Ron who got into my trunk, it was just Pig! What do you know!" he marveled, trying to sound amused. Mrs. Weasley looked at Fred.
"Oh, Harry didn't get into my trunk either, it was… er… it was the ghoul in the attic! And he didn't do much damage either – "
"Thanks to Sir George of Weasley!" interrupted George.
"But doesn't the ghoul in the attic live in the attic, not in your room?" said Mrs. Weasley, and her eyebrows raised even more.
"Not today, er, bye mum!" they both said simultaneously and dashed down the stairs after the others.
A.N. Sooo, was it my best yet? Whaddaya think? I can't just go by my evil, twisted opinion. I will post the next chapter if you like. I've already typed the whole thing, it's just too long to post all at the same time. It gets really good and is full of surprises. I like it when you do humor reviews, so could you pleeez? Thanku!