Written for Defense Against the Dark Arts, Assignment 3.
Fred and George Weasley were glaring at Oliver Wood, now usually the two first year Gryffindors got on well with him even though he was two years older than them.
But the Quidditch mad third year had made a mistake, insulting and pushing their elder brother Percy to the ground in front of them. The twins didn't know what the whole situation was about and Percy wasn't exactly their favorite sibling, but nevertheless he was their brother and no one messed with their family.
"We are not moving until you apologize to our brother" Fred declared loudly, catching the attention of passersby; both him and George's arms crossed against their chests and their usual cheeky grin had been replaced with an angry frown.
"Fred and George leave it, please?" Percy asked, blushing bright red. Whether it was because Oliver had pushed him or because his younger brothers were defending him an it was drawing in quite a crowd even Percy wasn't sure.
"He pushed and insulted you, which means he insulted us and if Charlie wasn't in the hospital wing he'd be by our sides agreeing that Oliver has to apologize" George replied as Percy's face got redder. "Now, once he's apologized we can all be on our merry way".
"I'm not saying sorry to that control freak and no offence boys, but I'm not frightened of you either" Oliver said, stubbornly trying to out stare the twins.
The twins looked at each other and nodded their heads, before Oliver had time to react George had charged at legs, knocking him to the ground and flat on his back; the twins took advantage of his position by George sittinh on his legs and Fred grabbing his arms.
"Get off me, you idiots" Oliver hissed angrily, he could easily shake off one of them but both was proving tricky.
"We are not idiots, now apologize or I swore we will ensure Gryffindor lose every Quidditch match and before you say we couldn't, we know a lot useful spells and we are sure we could get a few Slytherins to help just because they love to beat us at everything" Fred said, he knew that Oliver's only real weakness was his love of Quidditch.
"Fine" Oliver said through gritted teeth. "Percy, I am sorry and could please get your idiot brothers of me?".
"I never asked them to do any of this" Percy told Oliver as the twins began to stand up.
"Of course you didn't, you are much too a goody-two shoes to ask. We did it because we love you, you big bossy idiot" the twins said in sync.