Chapter One- Twins And Glue

Blaise Zabini was bored. Unknown to all, Blaise was friends with the Weasley twins; they shared many interests –well, they shared one- but that was enough for friendship to blossom. Their friendship had progressed so far that the normally restrained Slytherin was confident enough to disclose things about himself that he would normally have kept to himself like any good Slytherin. Their relationship was so good that the Weasley twins knew that when Blaise was bored, people got broken.

Unlike the twins' pranks, that were designed to humiliate, embarrass and generally bring people down a peg or two, Blaise was more Slytherin. His pranks broke people. Blaise messed with their head. If Blaise was bored then you weren't being paranoid, you were being cautious. His latest prank had led third year Hufflepuff, Jimmy Carlson, into being removed from lessons for two weeks while he was treated for an unrelenting desire to eat marshmallows and a fear that Hagrid wanted to "grind his bones to make his bread." It had only taken Blaise four days to completely break little Jimmy.

"Forge, I do believe we shall be having trouble."

"I concur, dear brother of mine. Curiosity and a professional interest do compel me though to inquire as to whom you will be..."

"...releasing your boredom upon."

Blaise smirked. He was currently lounging about on a black couch that the Room of Requirement had provided. The twins were both seated in matching armchairs, both bright red and gold. The room they were in was their Command Centre. Their HQ. It was a large room, completely white with a plain black wooden floor. Nearest the door was their 'thoughts and ideas' area, where they would hang around whilst coming up with prank ideas. Opposite them was a simple table with four chairs, where they would eat if they didn't want to stop working. The other half of the room had a large conference table, half the length of a Hogwarts dining table. This was where they worked and plotted, writing ideas down and deciding how to actually carry out their ideas. On the back wall was a large blackboard, which was used in the final phase. This was where they would write up a simplified version of the plan so they could check which stage they were in and what had to be carried out and set up next.

"Draco. He thought it would be funny to stick my Charms homework to my desk. I did not." Blaise smiled at the memory of Draco realising who he had just pranked; Draco had spent the past days vigilantly watching Blaise, looking for any sign of trouble that was coming his way.

"So, darling friend of ours, have you a thought to how you will break Mr Malfoy?" George said, smiling as he thought up some ideas of his own. George looked over at Fred and saw a smile creeping onto his face as well. Fred turned to look at him;

"Are you thinking about penguins as well?"

"As long as you are also thinking about mushrooms..."

"We have the same idea then!" Blaise let the bafflement show on his face. After nearly a year of friendship, he still did not know how they both came up with the same idea for pranks, especially when they included the most random things.

"Right then. I don't want to handle any animals this time. Not after the mess the Boar made." All three paused for a minute, letting the Boar incident fill their minds. The 'incident' was so...uncontrollable, they had christened the Boar with a capital 'B', thus making his name Boris the Boar. Fred shuddered; he had drawn the short straw when they had to recapture Boris and he had become the bait. Blaise, sensing that the reminiscing could go on for a while, quickly brought the twins back.

"I was thinking about glue." Glue, they had found, was a remarkable muggle invention. Because it was not magical, it could not be gotten rid of by a simple unsticking spell. No, glue had to be manually taken care of, taking up the victim's time and usually prolonging the embarrassment. Glue, Blaise had decided, was the reason he would not join the Dark Lord. He could not join with a man who wanted to destroy such creative minds. Perhaps if someone had introduced the Dark Lord to glue when he was younger, they would not be in this situation. Glue was wonderful.

"No, people are getting used to it, being more careful and everything. We should stop using glue for a while..."

"...lull them into a false sense of security..."

"...then attack with a major glue related incident."

Blaise had also gotten used to the twins way of speaking and had found a way of combating the pain that comes from moving your head quickly from one side to the other. Blaise merely looked away, usually at the spot between the twins' heads.

"So, glue is out then."

"How about..." What followed was a two hour discussion on the weapon of choice. It also included a conversation about the pros and cons of charming Dumbledore's beard into changing colour every five minutes when he was in public. George liked the simplicity of the idea, but Fred wanted to come up with a way of making the beard change colour faster depending on the number of people present. Blaise stayed out of their argument, but did express his support for Fred's idea.

In the end they had come up with their weapons. Polyjuice, squirty cream, and a magical recording device would be their weapons. Draco Malfoy would be broken.

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Bye, Sarah.