"Don't worry, Ginny. We'll send you a Hogwarts toilet seat!"

"George!"

Ginny watched the walls of her bedroom. They were decorated with moving pictures of the Holyhead Harpies, but according to Fred and George, something lacked. Ginny would soon find out exactly what.

The last bolt had just left the toilet seat at the Hogwarts Express when Fred got an unpleasant realisation and muttered a few words which neither Mrs. Weasley nor anyone else would approve of.

"George, we've definitely made a mistake. We promised Ginny a toilet seat from Hogwarts-" said Fred, watching his brother lift the toilet seat off the poor toilet. George was too busy wearing it as a hula-hoop to immediately realise what Fred meant.

"Shut up Forge, never thought I'd hear you sounding that much like Percy. He'll be proud."

"We promised her a toilet seat from Hogwarts, not one from the Hogwarts Express. We might have blown up the Slytherin table twice, hexed the teacher's bathroom into throwing insults at Snape and turned Markus Flint's robes pink at least a dozen times – but Gred, we are not liars."

After a moment of complete silence, George finally replied.

"Agreed. We'll send her both, and make her figure out which one is from Hogwarts."

The boys' restroom was at the fifth floor, and would soon lack a toilet seat.

Fred and George had had quite a time trying to smuggle the seat from the Hogwarts Express from the toilet to the compartment. However, it got worse when they had to make their way from the compartment, past Hagrid and their fellow students and to the carriages without anyone (except Lee Jordan) noticing it.

They did not know what they had done until Fred realised he had to sit on the toilet seat during the Sorting, and then carry it upstairs during the feast. Great.

He left his slightly uncomfortable position at the toilet seat after seeing Ron, Harry and a girl who reminded him of Percy get Sorted into Gryffindor. Hiding most of the toilet seat under his robes, he walked quickly towards the doors while George made a honourable effort to attract as much attention to himself as possible.

They must have thought it worked, judging by the grin George sent Fred on his way out of the Great Hall.

Clearly none of them noticed Percy the Prefect leaving only minutes later.

After dragging an off-white, old, porcelain-like toilet seat all the way to the Gryffindor Tower entrance, Fred realised why he was not in Ravenclaw. He did not have the password – in fact, only Percy (and a few other prefects) had the password.

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