The Weasley Twins' Era

The two boys sneaked through the corridors, careful to keep to the shadows of the statues that lined the hallways of the great castle, carrying a box full of smuggled goods from Zonko's. They caught sight of a certain poltergeist up ahead and grinned at each other before walking straight past.

"Hey there, Peeves!" one of the boys called.

"The Weasley twins with dungbombs. Do you have any for me?" he asked, the grin on his face stretching wider.

"Sure, but you gotta promise to give Filch hell with them," the other boy replied.

"Or Snape," the first boy added.

"Nice one, George."

"Thank you, Fred."

Peeves instantly swiped three dungbombs and one of Dr. Filibuster's Fabulous, Wet-Start, No-Heat Fireworks off the pile, giving a gleeful hoot as he stored them in his coat.

"You got any new jinxes for us?"

"Iris atramenta," Peeves replied before zooming around the corner and disappearing.

"What kind of jinx is that?" Fred asked, looking confused.

"Who knows. Lets try it on Lee first, and then maybe we can expand our sights," George replied, and Fred grinned before turning towards the Gryffindor common room, where they were sure their friend would be finishing a last-minute assignment.

George grabbed his arm and gestured towards all their equipment when Fred sent him an odd look. Fred nodded and picked the equipment back up, carrying it towards the Great Hall.

They set up all the equipment as quickly as they could. They placed dungbombs under the tables and fireworks hidden in taperstries, and George even found a loose stone and hid a firework in the hole.

Sending each other a look from across the hall, Fred charmed all the equipment to go off at 7 PM, when all the students were due to arrive back to Hogwarts, before turning around and sprinting back to their common room, hoping not to be caught by any of the teachers.

"Staying behind for the Christmas holidays is one of our best ideas ever," Fred said, grinning.

"Right you are," George replied, settling onto a couch.

Lee was sitting at the desk, scribbling furiously as he did his best to complete a History of Magic paper about the great conquests of Godric Gryffindor, much to his annoyance. Fred and George instantly exchange a glance when they realised he hadn't even noticed them approach, and Fred quickly pulled out his wand.

"Iris atramenta," he muttered under his breath, waving his wand in Lee's direction.

They watched for a while as he continued scribbling for a few seconds before whipping around and glaring at them both.

"Did you guys make my quill write in stupid colours?" Lee asked, clearly pretending to be angry with his friends.

"It was an experiment-"

"-in the name of pranks." Fred finished his brother's sentence, grinning.

George walked over to his angry friend's side, looking at the writing that had been a neutral blue at first but had then become green and pink the more he wrote.

"We need to try this on Snape."

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"Is he looking?" Fred whispered to George as he pretended to pick something up off the floor.

"Yeah, he's looking straight at you," his twin replied.

"Ah, look, he's coming over. How nice that he still thinks of us," Fred said, raising his voice so he was audible.

"Our beloved teacher has remembered us, today is a great day," George added.

Snape walked up behind them and hit them both on the head, forcing them to look down at their separate pieces of parchment.

"Keep working," he growled in his nasally voice before walking back to his desk and pulling a sheet of parchment out of his desk, beginning to fill out some paperwork.

George quickly muttered the jinx, keeping his wand hidden under the table as he watched Snape write.

He put his wand away and pretended to go back to working, making sure he could still see the hated teacher get frustrated with his quill until eventually he put it down and stood up, surveying them all before resting his cold gaze on the twins.

"If I find out who has jinxed my quill, they will not be out of detentions for a week." His voice was grating, and it took an incredible amount of willpower not to cringe at the nasally tone.

Peeves shot through the room at that point, dropping a dungbomb in the middle of the classroom as he passed by, causing most of the other students to scream and run out the room, allowing the twins to escape.

"Thanks, Peeves!" Fred called out, saluting the poltergeist.

The poltergeist only laughed maniacally, the sound accompanying them all the way to the main corridor, where they made a nifty escape.