To all those reading my other stories, sorry, I'm having writers block. I will finish The Secrets we Hold and I do have several one shot extras for Great Grandpa Cap. I just want to get a bit more done. Fret not.

Story info:

A collection of one shots based off the idea of Fred and George being triplets instead of Twins and this addition is a Squib. Thought up by my friend and discussed together, this is a story of how Fred and George cause havoc with a third (who isn't Lee).

Through the eyes of a picture

The Fat Lady had a boring job. She sat there day and night, admiring the same corridor, observing the same moving staircase and hearing the same insult from the resident poltergeist, Peeves. The only thing that really changed in her day to day life was the dust around her and even that seem to stop changing.

So, when she wasn't attempting to entertain herself by shattering glass or trying to get visitors from other portraits, the Fat Lady would observe her inhabitants. She did pride herself in knowing the students who entered her hidden door. There was the girl with the brown hair who always seemed to be gossiping, that short pudgy boy who could never remember the password. Throughout his first year she thought he was a very odd boy who would mutter his name, 'Trevor', under his breath although she recently learnt that was the name of his pet. There was the boy with the scar, yes, she knew who he was. And the two he seemed to constantly be with, the one with the wild brown hair and the red headed Weasley boy.

She knew that name all too well. So many of those boys had passed through her door over the last few years. There had even been a girl if she was not mistaken. But there were two boys from that family who she knew all too well. The mischief they got into had even reached her secluded portrait. They wore identical grins and always seemed to have a plot for their next prank running like a baton between them. Passing the ideas back and forth in a most dizzying manner.

Those two nefarious twins had entered the common room not five minutes ago and had not yet left. The Fat Lady wasn't sure whether or not she should alert the headmaster to a possible disaster that might be commencing soon if their endless chattering was anything to go by. The most odd thing happened though. One of the twins stood before her portrait as The Fat Lady considered what to do. She knew for sure that neither had left since entering yet here stood a lanky boy, with spiky red hair and the identical grin to two occupants of her common room. He wore his uniform in an identical manner with a black bag slumped on his shoulder. The portrait stared at the boy in front of her.

"-said the password at least three times. Can I go in now?" the boy asked.

It took the painted woman a few moments to register what he just said.

"You may not enter." The Fat Lady replied, trying to gather her bearings. "I already have you in my common room."

"Nah, you can't have because I'm right here." The boy smirked. Something about the glint in his eyes told her that he knew what was going on.

"How can you have left if this passageway has not opened to allow anyone out since you entered?" she questioned. In truth, the boy knew the password and looked like one of those living in her confinements so she would have to allow him entry unless she could come up with a valid reason not to.

Without missing a beat the boy showed a beaming smile and said, "I apparated, didn't I."

The Fat Lady just gawked at the teen.

"No one can apparate within the wall of this school!" she retorted.

"Wow!" the boy shouted, "I must be awesome! Does that mean I'm more powerful than Dumbledore?"

"What?!" The Fat Lady cried out.

"Well, I apparated in Hogwarts, does that mean I'm more powerful than him? Or am I just awesome like a house-elf? Do you think I can do the click-y finger magic stuff too?" the teen rattled.

Immediately, the red head started clicking his fingers and paying them his utmost attention.

"You're not making any sen-"

The stand alone twin cut her off by waving his spare hand in her direction and making shushing noises.

The Fat Lady was confused and couldn't take this type of nonsense. She just huffed and opened the door to the common room.

The boy looked slightly put out that nothing seemed to happen and gave a small sigh as he walked through.

Before she shut her door she heard a shout of, "HEY GEORGE, I JUST APPARATED IN HOGWARTS."

To which she heard a response of, "I'm Fred you idiot!"