A/N: Fred and George's plan backfires. Just a short, odd little Weasley twin drabble.
Submission for:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments): Speed Drabble - choke, tilt, "And look where we are now, in a pile of cow dung.", "That's the whole point!", "I thought you were kidding."
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
"What a fine mess you've gotten us into, George," Fred spat as he pulled himself onto his feet. "This may be even worse than the Great Apple War of 1995."
George glared at his brother. "How is this my fault?" he cried.
Fred stumbled over to his brother and extended a hand down towards him, trying not to choke on his own saliva. The noxious fumes around them were making him light-headed and nauseous and he wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible. "You're the one that insisted we build the catapult this morning," Fred accused.
George looked at Fred with a slight tilt of his head and refused to accept the hand. Instead, he pointed a finger up at his twin and said, "You're the one who said we should test it out by climbing in it first."
"You didn't have to listen to me," Fred said petulantly.
"I thought you were kidding until you practically dragged me on it and pulled the cord before I could say anything," George said. Then he waved his hand about him, "And look where we are now, in a pile of cow dung." As if in response, one of the nearby cows gave a low moo.
Fred frowned at the animal before looking back at his brother. "I thought it would be fun!" Fred cried before walking away from his brother. "And you can't deny that it wasn't," he added over his shoulder.
George chuckled. No, he couldn't deny that. This morning, they had been very bored and wanted something new to do. He had the bright idea to build a catapult to launch water balloons into Ron and Ginny's rooms from the backyard. They could have just magicked the balloons through their windows, but where was the fun in that? "That's the whole point!" George had shouted when Fred had brought it up.
Then came Fred's suggestion to try it out themselves. Now it seemed they had been flung into a pasture of cows. "We probably calibrated it wrong," Fred said as he tapped his chin and looked around them.
George pushed off the ground and tried to brush some of the cow dung off his pants. He had sat in a sizable pile. "You think," he said sarcastically.
Fred ignored him while he patted his pockets. He looked his twin fearfully, "Hey, do you have your wand on you?"
George frowned, "No, you said we should put them down by the catapult so they wouldn't break."
Fred looked up to the sky. What a fine mess this was. "Come along then, Gred. Time to hoof it home."
The cow lowed again. Fred glared, "No one was talking to you!"