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Two Pranksters Legacy
She waited frozen in mid-crouch waiting for the approaching footsteps to pass. After what seemed like an eternity they finally gave her the signal.
"Okay this is it, go time go time," she thought to herself before mentally scolding herself, "that is so CORNY Ginevra Molly Weasley, don't you ever, and I mean EVER say that again."
"Oy you," hissed Fred and George breaking her thoughts, you planning on hmmm what's that again… GOING!"
"Oh yeah sorry." Ginny whispered her cheeks flaming.
She crept along the passageway.
"Right, Left, straight, 3rd door," she kept repeating to herself. "I have to do this, I have to be a true prankster, after all I can't let my dear brothers down now can I," "I mean after all Ron was a bit of a disappointment, becoming Prefect and what not." she thought quietly to herself.
She opened the door as quietly as she could, "blasted Hogwarts doors so BLOODY old, and so BLOODY noisy" she sighed tucked a runaway flaming tendril from her hair back into her ponytail and was right back on task, well as much as possible I mean after all she had the right to be nervous, if she completed this prank, she would finally become a legendary Weasley Prankster (the 3rd.)
She crept inside as quickly as she could, pausing only to close the door. She slid into the cloak cupboard and waited. Soon enough she heard the bell and heard her target walk in – Professor McGonagall.
"Merlin's beard if I EVER have a double Slytherin and Gryffindor lesson again, I will hex them all into OBLIVION," McGonagall muttered in her private office.
Ginny waited with baited breath as McGonagall reached for her usual cup of tea, however this time it was not so usual; in it was a packet of sleeping draught which Ginny and the twins had planted earlier. McGonagall took a sip, and as promised slouched into a deep slumber. Ginny crept out of the cloak closet and tiptoed to behind McGonagall's desk.
She pointed to the sleeping teachers tightly wrapped bun and whispered "Scissoro," with one eye closed. She then muttered a very complex incantation which she had learnt from the twins three days ago "Trapsius Onerius Complexus." She looked at her handiwork and smiled; the now decapitated bun was bright blonde with pink highlights and would follow McGonagall around till she, Ginny Weasley muttered the counter spell – "finite incantum."
She checked her muggle watch gave an inaudible shriek and left for Transfiguration with yours truly Minerva McGonagall. On the way out she saw Fred and George, she gave them the little weasley sign (two crossed thumbs) and ran of to class. On the way she passed a mirror and stopped dead; she was a mess, her hair was bedraggled and it looked browny now EUGHH, her clothes were stained and of course her shoes had scuff marks. She had no choice it was either get in trouble with friends or teachers, she would take teachers any day her friends were ruthless.
"Scourgify," she said and immediately the cleaning spell worked wonders. She let down her ponytail and gave her flaming hair a swish. Then she ran the rest of the way to transfiguration.