What most people thought of when they heard mischief was pranking and doing silly things or sneaking about. When people within the confines of a magical school for witches and wizard in Scotland thought about mischief, their thoughts drifted to the poltergeist who haunted the halls, walloping you with water bombs and making you late for class. Others thought of the Weasley twins who enjoyed causing havoc to disrupt the teachers and spread joy through the gloomy halls of education. At least, that was what they told anyone who asked. A handful of others privy to this information thought of four mischievous boys who had given grey hairs to many teaching staff who knew them.
Of course, these boys were not privy to that information. They did know, however, that whoever those four geniuses were, they were gods among men. They had left a legacy behind to instruct and assist those with the intent of causing mayhem.
What many were not privy to when it came to the Weasley twins was that the correct term was Weasley triplets. The fact that they didn't share that information wasn't because of not trusting people or feeling the need to hide it, well there was that. The main reason was for fun and to mess with people's heads. Of course, the Weasley family was privy to such information as was the triplets' partner in crime, Lee Jordan. The addition was a squib meaning he had no magic. So for anyone looking at the registration list, seeing who would be attending which year, they would see only two Weasley's would be going into their third year. What they didn't know was that three third year Weasley's got on the train.
But that's taking away from the story, this story, is about how the additional Weasley notices a very odd thing on the object of legacy mentioned earlier. For their next prank, the Weasley triplets and their roommate and friend, Lee Jordan, needed to make sure that no one was scouring the halls. Especially the hall leading to the kitchens. How were they going to cause a magical food fight with fighting food if they couldn't talk to the house elves?
It was late at night and the others in their dorm had long gone to bed making it safe for Jack to present himself. They were surrounded by a silencing charm and hidden on Lee's four poster bed with the curtains drawn, whispering together. They knew no one could hear them but they decided not to risk it. Better safe than sorry and all that.
Jack, the second Wealey triplet born, was scouring over the map with his brothers in crime (and a couple in blood). His eyes drifted over to where they were huddled together on the map. He wondered what the teachers would say if they had a version of this map. With all four names pressed so closely together, they would know chaos was about to erupt. Well, that was after they got over the fact that Fred Weasley, George Weasley and Lee Jordan were in the company of an unknown Weasley. The Weasley's weren't ashamed to have a squib in the family and Jack had never felt left out really. Well, maybe when they were playing quidditch but that was alright. They needed a commentator.
Jack's eyes continued to roam the map, he looked over another dormitory and saw perfect prefect Percy in bed. He obviously didn't have patrol tonight. Jack wondered if he could take an egg once they were finished in the kitchen and convince Fred or George to charm the egg to drop the moment the arrogant prat opened his eyes. It really wouldn't be hard to convince his brothers. To be honest, he wouldn't have to say more than 'egg' and 'prat' and one of them would pick up on his plan. The only problem would be finding the right spell.
Jack let his eyes drag on a little more and found the first year dorm. He saw his youngest brother, where he was supposed to be. How boring. He saw the famous Harry Potter and that clumsy boy he'd seen fall out of the boat, Neville Longbottom, when he was trying to find a new way to sneak into the castle. There was also Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas and Peter Pet- hang on. Jack had snuck into the trophy room during the feast. He'd heard all the names being called out. No one named Peter Pettigrew had been called. And he was very very near his brother! That didn't make any sense...
Jack looked up.
"-give it five more minutes, Mcgonagall will be far away enough." George was saying.
"Hey guys." Jack cut in.
"Two seconds, Jack." Fred whispered. "If we leave too late, these two corridors will be taken. And if we have to go past that painting of the witch with a boil, she's sure to turn us in. Always does."
"This is quite im-" Jack tried again.
"No, no, no," Lee said, "if we go now, take the long route around Mcgonagall and the shift three corridors to the left we'll miss Filch and not have to see the snitch of a painting."
Jack glanced down quickly and saw a huge flaw in Lee's plan. He needed to point it out, then he'd bring up whatever he had just been thinking of.
"Can't do that," he said. "Snape would cut us off."
The other boys found the nasty potions master and nodded.
"Good catch, Jack-" George started.
"We'd sure be fried without you." Fred finished.
Jack looked back at the map and help decide the best time for them to slip out.
Finally, they had a plan. The four of them slipped out. George and Lee slipped off together while Jack and Fred left a minute later. They would meet in the kitchen. It meant that they wouldn't all get in trouble if one group got caught and could carry out the plan accordingly anyway.
Everything went smoothly and the elves seemed happy to send them off with extra food for a midnight snack.
The next morning, Jack and George went down to breakfast. Jack might not be able to perform magic but he knew how to make potions. He wasn't excellent but he was better than Fred. Although that wasn't too hard. So, that morning, Jack went down with George, ready for potions which took up the first two lessons. He would get to witness the mayhem they had caused. He really hoped he could talk to Ron too. He remembered what he saw on the map now that his mind was not distracted. The Great Hall was more than half full and people were starting to properly wake up now so the volume of the chat was steadily increasing.
Unfortunately, Ron came in just too late. He had come in and plonked himself down near George and Jack and proceeded to stuff a sausage into his mouth before piling up his plate.
"Good morning to you too." George grumbled at his brother's rude entrance.
"'m hu-ry." Ron replied with a full mouth.
"That, dear brother-" Jack started.
"Does not excuse rudeness." George finished. They tried to sound important like Percy. Thinking of Percy, Jack thought of his yolk covered face when he stormed into their dorm the next morning. It was a very good plan, he thought to himself,
"Hey Ron," Jack started. He didn't get to say more. Some scrambled egg had lifted itself out of its bowl in the middle of the Hufflepuff table and launched itself at the back of a sixth year Ravenclaw. She screeched when the food splattered on the back of her head. Silence followed shortly after. It didn't last long though. Soon, the food was attacking people randomly and bowls of food were exploding like someone had blown it up, splattering everyone with the content. Some students screamed in terror as sausages torpedoed towards them. Others laughed as their friends bumped heads and pulled stupid faces. They watched while also attempting to avoid getting hit themselves.
Then there were others like George and Jack. They actively joined in. Grabbing handfuls of food and lobbing them across the room, mainly towards the Slytherin table.
Jack forgot all about what he wanted to talk to Ron about. Over the next few weeks, Jack remembered two times. They always came at the worst moment. The first time, he was locked in his room, hiding while his brothers were in lessons. He couldn't really take their place in charms. To find some form of entertainment, Jack had started drafting different plans for the trio to do later. He soon forgot what he had last been thinking about.
The second and last time he thought about it, he was about to bring it up in a corridor when slimy snakes slithered past, with their greasy hair and evil smirks. Who was he to not nudge Fred into causing them to trip up? After a serious, stomach aching amount of laughter, Jack pushed whatever had been bothering him to the back of his mind and left it there. Whatever it was probably wasn't important so who cared?
Author's Note: These stories won't be in chronological order! We'll try and mention what year the twins are in when a chapter takes place, but they're more like a series of one-shots, so the time will jump back and forwards!We hope that's okay.