Chapter One

A/N: Hi! Me here. This is just a story about our favorite set of twins: Fred and George, of course! Please review.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of this; it belongs to Jo Rowling.

Fred looked over at his twin with an unmistakable glimmer in his eye. "George! Let's get this show on the road!"

George grinned back, shielding his eyes from the bright September sun. "We've got it all set up?" he asked, lifting up the To-Do List to his eye. "Hmm… we've got that… substituted that one for a dung bomb… well, we only had ninety-two Chocolate Frogs… Yup, Fred, I'd say we're perfect!"

Fred donned an identical grin to the one plastered across George's face. "Well," he declared, "There's no time like the present, as I always say!"

George furrowed his brow. "When have you ever…"

Suddenly their thoughts were interrupted by the slimy sound of another, self-described "proper" Weasley. "What on Earth are you two gremlins up to now?" he reproached.

"Percy!" Fred cursed under his breath.

"Well, Perce, you look absolutely smashing this fine day!" said George brightly.

"Indeed," said Percy, his lip curling in disgust. "It is a fine day. In fact, so fine, it would be a terrible misfortune to have you oafs screw it up somehow."

"Screw it up?" Fred scoffed. "Please. What we do is just bringing an innocent joy to the populace of Hogwarts!" Somewhere in his pocket, the croak of a Chocolate Frog was stifled by a swift fake cough.

Percy just rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say. Anyway, I must be off. You know the duties of a prefect: people to see, things to do…" With a flourish of his robes, he sauntered away towards the Gryffindor common room, no doubt to write up detentions for unsuspecting fourth-years.

With that, Fred and George wiped their brows. "Close one!" they sighed in unison. They peeked around. On the main outdoor campus of Hogwarts, many students were out strolling, enjoying the fresh air. All the professors were in a meeting (or, all the strict ones, at least). In short, it was the perfect setting for some hijinks.

With a wave of George's wand ("Detonado!"), a faint rumble emanated from the ground. The rumble grew louder and louder, until—

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" The shriek of a few dozen girls rang from the girl's dorms of the Gryffindor house. Fred and George snickered.

"Wait for it…"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Even more shrieking rang from those same dorms.

"SUCCESS!" cried the scheming twins together, with the clap of a satisfactory high-five.

Just then, though, something else was clapped: A firm hand on the celebrating shoulders of Fred and George. They sheepishly turned their heads to find—

"McGonagall!" cried Fred. "How, uh, lovely to be graced with your presence!"

"Yes!" agreed George. "Can I just say, you look smashing this fine day!"

Suddenly, their prefect of a brother sidled up next to Professor McGonagall. "George, how could you?" he cried. "Is that the line you use on everyone?"

"Uh…" George stammered. "Just the people I really like. I mean, you should consider this an honor! Just imagine…"

"George Weasley," said Professor McGonagall sternly, "the spell causing a stink bomb to explode and unleash 92 Chocolate Frogs into the girls' Gryffindor dormitory… well, it's been traced to your wand. So, you're the one who has to spend the rest of the year in detention."

"Actually, Professor, it was a dung bomb!" said Fred proudly while George shot him a look.

"Ah, Fred!" said Professor McGonagall. "Don't think you got off scot-free. The detailed plans for this not-very-well-thought-out scheme were traced to have been written by you. You…well, you could use a heck of a lot of tutoring. So you're the one who has to spend the rest of the year being tutored."

"WHAT?" exclaimed Fred. "Tutoring! You can't mean that, Professor. Please, give me detention instead! Hey, George, want to trade?"

George shook his head. "At least in detention I get some good conversation."

"Why is this worth a year in punishment? It's no worse than our usual pranks," complained Fred.

"Alas!" shouted Percy. "This has been your 103rd… no, wait, 107th mishap this year alone, and it's just September." He smirked in glee.

Professor McGonagall gave him a weird look. "Percy, are you…happy about this?"

"Of co—I mean, uh, I am very disappointed!" amended Percy, a bright flush overtaking his face.

McGonagall just shook her head. "All right! Off to class with the lot of you!" she commanded.

It was going to be a long year.

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