Bets

Hey people! So this is a fic I began a long time ago, and I'm going to post it in several parts, beginning today in honor of Fred and George's birthday: April Fools! So...happy April Fools, I hope you pranked someone today, and enjoy!

"Hey Freddie. " a young man knelt down in front of a gravestone, his fingers trembling as he put down an envelope. "Do you remember the bets we made? How it started on our first year on the day Ravenclaw won the first Quidditch match of the year? "

There were 2 red-haired boys, dressed in identical robes and Gryffindor scarves, jostling each other.

"Fred."

"Yes George?"

"Who do you think would win?"

"Gryffindor, of course Georgie. Have you gone mad? No doubt from that ill mannered teacher of yours, what was her name? Oh right. Sprout, that disrespectful little girl." Fred did a very convincing impression of their great aunt Muriel, clutching his heart and leaning against the air like it was a cane.

"Fred," George frowned at him, " you of all people should know, our team is not very prepared this year, with McCarney quitting and LeVek grounded by professor McGonagall and all. It must be Ravenclaw, they've got some new players." And then he frowned again to himself, "What was she thinking about? Grounding the best players in Gryffindor?"

"What do you say Georgie, five sickles if Ravenclaw wins."

Of course, they couldn't help themselves, and thus began an illustrious career of bets.

"Ha." It was the only thing that Fred said to George after he won. There was no "Pay up" or "now give me the money" sort of thing. They both knew that they couldn't possibly have five sickles (just where in Merlin would they get it from?), and if they could, they would sneak to Hogsmeade or buy the supplies for their next prank, or something. So they improvised. It was simply the pleasure of "I win" that fueled them to initiate the next few bets of the school year.

"I bet that you couldn't go stuff itching powder down Professor McGonagall's underpants."

"I bet I could."

"10 knuts of Weasley imaginary money?" Yes, they were actually doing that by then.

"I deserve it."

It was George's turn to say "ha" that time.

-line breaker-

Then in second year, began the introducing.

"Hey Lee, " their voices were already in sync, from practice, no doubt.

"You know why-"

"We wanted you to meet us?"

Poor Lee barely had time to squeeze in a "uh, not really" before the excited Weasley twins started playing "Finish the Sentence" again.

"It's because, my dear apprentice-"

"We have discovered the amazing-"

"-awesome"

"epic-"

"Guys!"

"Art of betting." They finished, their identical faces lighting up with excitement and anticipation.

There was a lingering, great, and almost epic moment of silence before Lee started speaking.

"That's very nice of you. To introduce something that might get me in detention, or trouble with McGonagall-"

"Again-" Fred chimed in.

"Yes, again." Lee didn't seem offended. Instead, he smiled, taking pride in getting several Snape worthy detentions. Then he started grinning, the cheshire-like smirk slowly stretching out on his excited face. "So, when do we start?"

Reviews, anyone? Anyone?