"What the hell was the Minister thinking?!" Fred raged in the halls, "He could've given that position to anyone other than that bloated bit of frog spawn." George nodded in agreement with his twin, "Or how about he not make that stupid position at all. The Hogwarts High Inquisitor, dung if I've ever smelled it. That's just an excuse for him to be a control freak. The little git."

Fred and George walked away from their charms class, the first class they'd ever seen Professor Umbridge ever examine as the 'Hogwarts High Inquisitor'.

"She's insane, isn't she?" Angelina said from behind the twins, "she couldn't give Flitwick a suspension though, he has never done anything wrong in his classes that the ministry wouldn't approve of."

Fred and George split aside to give Angelina room to walk between them. It was time to play a little joke the twins had agreed on before leaving the classroom with Angelina on their heels.

"Well you don't understand the pudgy bi-... witch, now do you, Angelina." Fred said.

"She wants to control the teachers. She'll look for any excuse to suspend someone." George continued on Fred's thought. "But I think that Fred is wrong, she wouldn't suspend Flitwick, he's a god teacher."

"But Fred," Fred told George, "She's crazy. You can't argue with a crazy woman's twisted logic. For all we know she could be a death eater sympathizer, she could be weakening Hogwarts."

"However Fred," George responded, "She really can't beca-"

"Shut it George," The twins looked in between themselves to see Angelina glaring at the two of them, "That was the lamest trick that has ever been pulled on me. And i'm in you guys' year! YOU!" She pointed at George. "You're George. And YOU!" She glared at Fred, "You're Fred! Now cut this stupid trick out already I've known how to tell differences between you two since Fred took me to the Yule ball, your trick didn't work."

Fred walked in front of Angelina and turned, facing the angry girl. "I'm sorry, what trick didn't work on you, Angelina?" He held a hand to his ear, "I couldn't hear you."

"The stupid prank that both of you pretend you're-" Both twins dove for cover behind the statue of Bartholomew the Blind as a dungbomb George had strapped to Angelina's back while Fred distracted her blew up. Angelina was engulfed by the stench erupting from the homemade explosive blast of blech.

"The stupid prank that was a distraction." George told Angelina as him and Fred high fived and started walking away. They looked pretty pleased with themselves, until Angelina pulled out her wand and tried to blast any twin in hexing distance with a Jelly Legs jinx. The twins ran away faster than a bowtruckle approached with a weed-wacker.

They ran all the way down the great staircase, almost bowling over four prefects and one teacher on the way, and didn't stop until they were safely at the entrance to the Great Hall. Lee Jordan ran up behind them, breathless, and hunched over.

"Good- huff huff- prank- huff- guys. Oh, how did you learn to run so fast?"

"Filch." George started, "Lots and lots of Filch," Finished the second twin.

They walked into the Great Hall and looked over their shoulder to see if Angelina was coming. No angry quidditch players were at the entrance, eager to take revenge on the dungbombers, so the twins assumed they were in the clear. They saw Hermione, Harry, and their brother Ron sit down at the Griffindor table, and they sat down with them. After a quick lunch and conversation about grades and inspected lessons, they left to go scrounge up what mischief they could.

Fred and George walked their way out of the hall, into the entrance hall, and out onto the grounds.

"Maybe we should start pranking Umbridge?" Fred asked thoughtfully.

"I dunno, if she caught us we would probably be arrested for some sort of bull crap that we didn't do. I wouldn't put it past her."

"Well what if we get a whole bunch of people doing it, she'd never track it down to just us."

"Fred, there's no way that we- The other houses?"

"The other houses."

Every house had their own set of pranksters. It was a kind of tradition that the previous pranksters of the house sort of pass on their pranking crowns to a few new first years and let them learn how to make mischief. Fred and George, as befits the kings of pranks, were the sort of leaders of those prankster groups that existed among the houses. Nobody knew about them, but when mischief happened that wasn't Fred or George's, one could normally assume that one of the other pranksters had done it. Nobody actually assumed that of course, it's been Fred and George's monopoly of the prank business for years, everyone always assumed that it was them.

"We could talk to everyone else, but they might not want to do it. We need to offer them something." George contemplated, he rubbed on his chin, racking his brain for ideas before one came to him. "A pra-"

"-nk war." Fred finished and they slapped each other on the back, each congratulating the other on the brilliant idea they both formulated.

"It's brilliant!" George exclaimed, "We could have a prank war with the other houses. First ones to make Umbridge retire early win. If she doesn't retire, then it's whoever pulls off the best prank without being noticed by Filch or Umbridge."

They started walking right back into the hall.

"We need to contact the others, they must still be in the hall for lunch."

"Other whats? Mr. and Mr. Weasley?" A voice dripping with liquid poison said from behind the twins. They turned, and standing there was the puffed up prick herself, Umbridge.

"Oh nothing, Professor." The twins replied automatically.

"No, but do tell. I heard something about the other houses, and I was wondering what could possibly be the rush?"

Fred tapped his foot three times on the ground, George noticed and put his hands in his pockets. If you could see through George's cloak, you would see multiple little gadgets that were designed just for this purpose. The purpose of distraction.

"Well you see, that we were just trying to see who wanted to help us figure out this charms homework we got. It's very difficult, a whole four pages." Fred told Umbridge, stepping forward to put his hands up in a calming gesture.

"I was in your charms class. There was no homework today."

"Oh. Well also there was other subjects involved, such as-"

It was at that moment that George's pocket seemed to detach itself and run off in a haphazard pattern towards the Great Hall. Umbridge shrieked and pointed at what seemed to be a metal endoskeleton surrounded by George's pocket. The little machine ran into the Great Hall and started beeping loudly, drawing all attention over to it. Umbridge took out her wand and marched forward, then blasted the little distraction into a thousand bits of cloth and metal. By the time she turned around again, the Weasley twins were gone.

The twins rested again once they were back inside of Griffindor tower, this day featured a lot of running. They walked up into their dormitory and took out their trunks, then opening them they found replacement parts for George's pocket and the small mechanical creature.

"Well that was a good test of our Decoy Detonators. Maybe they'll be able to sell later this year." George said as he reattached his pocket.

"I doubt it, we'd need to develop them a little bit more. They seem way too fragile right now, one good spell knocks them apart, they need to take at least two."

"Moot point. How do we tell the other pranksters now? Umbridge is going to be watching us."

"Owl. Easiest delivery system ever."

And thus the letters read.

To the Prank Master it May Concern,

You are requested by your lords of Pranks to meet at the large oak tree by the lake on Saturday at Lunch. There is urgent news to be discussed. This letter will now explode.

The real Pranksters of Hogwarts.

All that was left was what pranks should be done.