Disclaimer: I really, truly don't own HP. If I did, Fred would never have died! I can only dream. :)

This was written for the Ravenclaw prompt at Hogwarts Online: 'I wish you'd told me that earlier!'

'Bill, can't you shut that thing up?' Ron whined.

The Sneakoscope he had bought earlier had been emitting a tinny whistle since they had sat down to dinner. Ron knew full well why it was whistling, but he also knew that if he told Bill, his twin brothers would probably murder him in his sleep. And he definitely didn't want that happening.

'You shouldn't have bought it. It's cheap tourist trash.' replied his oldest brother, who had his fingers in his ears.

Fred and George were sniggering at the other end of the table.

'How long do you think it will be before he realises?' whispered Fred.

'Hopefully only after he's finished it all!' said George, trying, and failing, to contain his now rather hysterical laughter.

'Whatever are you giggling about now, young Fred?' asked Percy pompously.

George rolled his eyes, then turned to his brother.

'I'm not Fred, I'm George. Honestly, when will you people learn?'

'Whichever one of you it is, why are you so happy?' the newly-appointed Head Boy persevered.

'Is it a crime now, to be happy?' asked Fred sarcastically.

'No, but when you two are happy, it generally means trouble.' said Percy distastefully, as though it upset him to even say the word.

At the top of the table, Bill was tilting his bowl towards him to finish off his soup, when he noticed a large black object floating in it. Then, looking more closely, he saw that there were actually several black things in the bowl.

He stared at them in horror for a few seconds, before realising what they were.

'Ron, do you know anything about this?' he asked suspiciously.

At first, Ron shook his head; then, at the look on Bill's face, he caved in.

'Fred and George put them in there, it wasn't me, I swear!' he said worriedly.

'I wish you'd told me that earlier! But then again, I should have known,' said Bill, smacking his forehead.

'Fred! George!' he bellowed down the table.

The twins had already collapsed under the table, laughing their heads off.

Just something that struck my imagination very late at night, so no flames please, even if it isn't my best. :D