"You can test these out on yourselves, but I'm NOT allowing you to test them out on first years!" Hermione stood there in her uniform, hands on hips, lecturing the twin pranksters. George rolled his eyes, and continued handing puking pastilles to a few peaky looking first years.
"I am a PREFECT! I can't let you stand here and do this." Hermione snapped.
Fred figured that he'd better soothe the situation before it got any worse. He ran a hand through his thick red hair, and sighed deeply.
"Listen, we're paying them good money, and it's not going to kill them. Besides, they;re first years, we can easily carry a couple midgets to the hospital wing if needs be!" During his speech, Hermione clenched her fists. She opened her mouth to speak, but Fred put a finger to her lips to silence her. He took a few steps closer to her, so that his chest almost touched hers.
"Listen," He spoke in a low, soothing voice. "Everything will be fine, okay? And if not, you can punish me personally." He gave her a cheeky wink, then pulled a handfull of brightly coloured sweets out of his pocket.
"Care for one?" He smiled dashingly as he offered one to her. She shook her head, her mouth slightly open, her heart pounding against her chest. The way he looked at her, it sent shivers along her spine. She felt a stirring inside her chest; something she had never experienced before. She decided not to pursue her argument anymore. She was going to wait until something was not fine, and then relish in punishing him personally. She knew exactly what she was going to do, and it was very personal indeed.