The Return of the Frequently Vanishing Files of
Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs
Part II
By: WeasleyTwin1
A/N: Well here's the next part. Wish I owned the characters but we all know who really does. Read and Review
"I need more beauty sleep," said Alicia as she stretched out.
"You need beauty sleep, but my dear, whatever for? One as perfect and as beautiful as you cannot be improved upon," said Fred, grinning upside down at her from the floor. Alicia's cheeks reddened at the complement but she fixed Fred with a cold glare nonetheless and said:
"Flattery will get you nowhere Mr. Weasley."
Fred looked stricken by this statement. "Darn, it always worked before."
"Perhaps, you're losing your charm, Fred," said George as he rose from the bottom of the pile and brushed off his robes and smiled, flirtatiously at Angelina, who shook her head and stuck her tongue out at him.
"That can't be true," said Fred as he sat up.
"You know what they say: All good things must come to an end," Katie said, a smile on her face as she looked at Fred. Ron snorted and Harry laughed.
"What is this National Pick on the Weasley Twins Day?" asked Fred as he dusted himself off and rose.
"No, it's just National Pick on Fred Weasley Day," said George.
"And when is National Pick on George Weasley Day?" Fred asked.
"Never, of course,"
"If you guys don't stop all this I'm going back to bed. I was up late working on that Potions Essay, so I could do with a little real sleep and a few Shrivel-Fig-Free dreams," Angelina yawned.
"Well, at least you only had shrivel figs in your dream," Ron shuddered. "I dreamed that my essay on Explosive Potions Ingredients actually exploded. It was a disaster."
"Why does Snape always assign essays to all his classes at the same time?"
"Who knows. Now, how about we all go back to bed," said George walking towards his dormitory.
"No, you don't. Quidditch practice. Now!" Harry exclaimed pointing towards the portrait hole.
Fred and George exchanged smiles.
"It's like Oliver never left," said George sighing. "How many times he uttered those same words."
"In that same tone too. It's as if Oliver is here with us now," said Fred.
The twins burst out into mock tears, holding onto one another for support. Harry rolled his eyes and shook his head. Whenever he tried to act in control of the team Fred and George always pulled this act. They did the same thing at his match pep talks.
"Just move it alright and enough with the theatrics."
"Can we change first? I've been in these robes all night," said Fred looking at the rumpled condition of his robes. George also pulled at his robes and made vain attempts to iron the wrinkles with his hands.
"No, I'm not falling for that again. The last time you guys stayed up there and went to sleep,"
"It was an accident, honestly," said George looking innocent as Ron stifled another laugh.
"The bed just looked so lonely without someone in it asleep," said Fred.
"Nope, sorry. Come as you are," said Harry a smile on his face at the looks of astonishment on the twins' faces. The girls laughed.
"But, what if someone sees us like this?" there was a combination of mock horror and dismay in George's voice. The twins exchanged looks of fear.
"But we want to look our best on the pitch, " said Fred, a frown on his face.
Ron laughed and then said, "My brothers, the fashion freaks."
"I don't care what you look like so long as the way you play is not a reflection of the way you look," said Harry. The girls sniggered and Ron laughed as he looked at the twins. "Now, lets go team."
Harry led the way out of the portrait hole followed by Katie, Alicia and Angelina. Ron turned and looked at the twins.
"Come on you two," he said.
The twins sighed then followed Ron out.
*
Quidditch practice was long and hard especially since the twins kept missing the bludgers. By the end of practice Harry was frustrated and the twins were bruised as the bludgers had several times hit them when they weren't looking. The team returned to the common room three hours later, just in time for breakfast in the great hall and…
"Class?" Fred groaned.
"Are you sure this is Monday?" George asked Angelina.
"Sure, I'm sure. I wouldn't have bothered to finish Snape's essay if it wasn't."
"That essay is due today?" said Fred in alarm.
"Yeah, don't tell me you didn't do it. You didn't did you?" said Alicia as she noticed both of their faces fall.
"This is going to be a long potions class," said Katie as she put maple syrup on her pancakes.
The twins suddenly found they couldn't stomach breakfast. They just sat there thinking about all the old dreadful things Snape could do to them… thinking of all the new dreadful things he might have thought up to do to them. Then it struck both of them at the same time. They looked at each other and one read they others thoughts perfectly: the mischief they had managed in the Slytherin common room and in Snape's office. What would Snape do to them in class after their little prank? What mode of revenge would he take? Would he take the detention route or think of something worse. Perhaps, he had talked to Dumbledore about it and perhaps, Dumbledore had written to their parents…
"It just has to be the first class,' said Fred a bit of fear creeping into his voice.
"It's going to be a long day," said George with a grim look on his face as he and Fred rose to follow Katie, Angelina and Alicia to the dungeons.
"Maybe he won't go into his office," Fred said hopefully, George merely fixed him with a "yeah, right" look as they walked into the classroom and found that Snape had yet to arrive.
"This isn't good," said George, the thought of a Howler becoming more and more prominent in their minds.
"What will Mum say?" Fred whispered.
"About the prank or in the Howler?" George asked as he watched the door where Snape usually entered.
"Both."
George shrugged. Then he began to wonder why there were so worried. They had pulled loads of pranks before, why should this one be any different? Was it because it involved a professor or was it their lack of sleep that was causing all this unnecessary worrying?
"Hello, class," Snape said from the back of the room as he entered, his robes sweeping out behind him in a swirl of black.
The twins exchanged nervous looks. Snape never entered from the door the students all did.
"This can't be good," said Fred.
To be continued….