"Hey! That's my brother!" George screamed as he raced to the Slytherin kid pulling on his brother's red hair. He pulled his wand out, yelling every jinx he had acquired in his six months of attendance at Hogwarts.

"Oh look, another Weasley. Shall we hex him, too?" A kid with an obscenely long nose asked a tall, pale brunette.

"Why don't we? It couldn't hurt. Well, it won't hurt us anyways," he laughed.

"You jinx us and you'll regret it! And if you touch my brother one more time, if you so much look at him funny, I'll be the least of your worries." George helped Fred to his feet, helped to brush him off and began walking off.

"Where are you going, Weasley squared? Not walking away are you? Why? Are you scared, or can you just not afford to lose?" The group laughed in unison at the tall brunette's so-called wit.

George raised his wand and lunged, ready to yell any curse that happened to fumble from his mouth, but Fred pulled him back quickly. "Come on, George. Don't use your breath. They're gits and don't deserve to have your talent wasted on them. Besides, we'll tell on them and they'll be the ones in trouble." Fred was being surprisingly level-headed. It took George by surprise for a moment. Though George was the only one who typically saw this side of Fred, and vice versa, it was still shocking to hear him say such things.

"Who are you going to tell? Your brother? Which one? Because Merlin knows you have too many, it could be any of them."

George hexed them once more, but Fred pulled him back again. "Come one. We don't want another detention, do we? We already have enough from though Dungbombs we set up."

George nodded, walking away arm in arm with his brother. "Are you okay? What happened back there?"

Fred shrugged. "They were just being prats. They insulted you, or rather, us. Couldn't tell us apart even if they tried." Fred laughed, proud at their ability to confuse. "I just reacted."

"But why?" George asked.

"Well, if they insult you, I get offended, and I know you would do the same for me. So what about you? What was all of that fancy wand action over there?"

It took a moment for George to answer, Fred's comment still flitting around his heartstrings. "Charlie's great at jinxes. Taught me a few the day I got my wand. For occasions like these, you know."

It was Fred's turn to fish for a meaningful moment. "But why did you do it?"

"I dunno," George said, "It's just, when you get hurt, I feel hurt, so when they fight with you, it feels like a personal attack."

Fred had to smile, flattered at the kind words his brother said.

They were greeted by the screaming of several students. "So George, do you think they found the little… surprises we left in the Great Hall?"

"I believe they have, Fred." George said, crossing his arms and observing their handy work.

The twins, formerly known as downhearted and deep were now grinning broadly at the havoc they had just caused within the dining area.

"Yeah, that'll keep them from wanting to eat for at least two days, three at most." Fred stated with a laugh. "Can't make them suffer too much. We aren't inhumane."

From their position in the Entrance Hall, a trace of stench seemed to discreetly make its way into their nostrils. "And cue the smell." George noted as the stench of dung grew stronger.

"Come George, there's a certain brother of ours I wish to see about teaching me some jinxes."

And with a small skip they went in step with each other up the Grand Staircase to their common room, leaving their previous assailants gagging for clean air.

"I must say, well done, dear brother." George nodded in approval.

"Well I must say, good sir, I couldn't have done it without you." Fred responded.