Fred Weasley was having the worst weekend of his life. One of those weekends where he hoped that he could go to bed, wake up, and find it was all a nightmare. That he hadn't really been banned from Quidditch for life, he hadn't accidentally lost the project McGonagall was going to grade next Monday, Angelina Johnson had not broken up with him, and his hair had not been turned lime green. Talk about adding insult to injury! One of his own experiments had gone wrong, unfortunately, and everyone could tell. He and George were still inventing Skiving Snack boxes, and one of the ingredients hadn't worked in the way they had expected. Adding Doxy Venom to the Puking Pastilles had been a brilliant idea, but adding them to the Fainting Fancies… Well, not so much. He now sported lime green hair while George had pus filled boils… But at least they weren't in an area that he generally displayed to the public.
Fred lay in bed, hoping against hope that his clock would just suddenly turn back its hands, and all of these catastrophes on this horrific Saturday would just disappear. Unfortunately though whenever he wished that time would slow down, it had an un-obliging habit to speed up. (Kudos to you if you know which book that is from). Fred waited for his counterpart to come upstairs, and he was rewarded by a very tired looking George followed by Lee Jordan a few minutes later. George and Lee looked like they had been sentenced to walk to gallows, and Fred's curiosity was instantly piqued.
"What Happened?" he asked his brother, who had just sat down on his bed looking forlorn.
"We just got told off again by Hermione for testing the Nosebleed Nougat on the first years." George did not sound happy about this, and Fred felt a surge of resentment towards the fifth year prefect that he had so often admired. Contradicting the contrary, Fred and George were not dumb, oh they knew there stuff all right, but they were just, well, not motivated to do anything Hermione called "motivated."
Great, so now he had to deal with all that was going on as well as Hermione jumping down his throat for experimenting.
"Just peachy," he thought "Just peachy. Could this day get any worse?"