Disclaimer: I'm too young to be Rowling so there is sadly no way Harry Potter is mine…
Placing:Fifthyear.
Challenge: 'Prompt of the day'. Prompt: (announcement) "Hogwarts needs more clubs! Vote for the Slytherin Knitting Club!" 1500 words. Gryffindor, Hogwarts.
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"Alright, Forge, tell me why you decided to do this alone, I mean, I would have had a lot of ideas that could have been added to all that…"
"Er… as much as I wish to, Gred, this time I actually didn't do anything at all," the other twin replied.
Lee Jordan next to the twins gawked.
"Wait," he said stumped. "Are you telling me it wasn't you two doing…" He gestured at the thing they were staring at. "That?"
The twins exchanged a glance, then they pouted.
"No," they glumly agreed. "Wasn't us at all!"
Then one of the twins' faces lit up like a Christmas tree.
"But all in all it was an awesome idea –"
The other twin nodded, his face changing into a grin as well while scrutinizing the object that held currently their attention. Then he added grinning: "And well done as well –"
"Yep," the other twin said. "How true you are, Forge. It's done with some impressive spell work –"
"Definitely not done by a slouch –"
"With a good eye for details-"
"And a fine sense of time and placement –"
"Definitely a fine sense in that, brother dear," 'Gred' agreed.
Then their face turned into an expression of mourning.
"But it wasn't us," Forge said.
"Sadly not us," Gred agreed.
"It would have been great if it had been," Forge added.
"But it shouldn't be," Gred said.
"Seems there's someone here at Hogwarts who could steal our medal –"
"Of the true pranksters of Hogwarts," Gred agreed, now looking as if he was about to cry.
"All our work," Forge sobbed.
"All the years we steadily tried to slowly reach our goal," Gred said in tears.
"Wasted thanks to this genius –"
"This totally mad –"
"But absolutely awesome pranksters!" They chorused.
Lee Jordan shook his head.
"You two are acting as if this prankster was the second coming of Merlin," he said amused.
The twins exchanged another glance.
"But he is!" They objected together. "Can't you see the finesse he used to do his prank?"
"His dedication?"
"His poweress that powers the spell?"
"His –"
"Alright, alright, I get it!" Lee Jordan interrupted them amused. "But I don't get why you're still standing here, staring instead of trying to find out who actually set up the prank?"
"Of course you don't!" The twins chorused. "You – our dear friend- are still a novice when it comes to the proper pranking etiquette."
Lee Jordan raised an eyebrow.
"There's a pranking etiquette?" He asked surprised.
The twins looked at him as if he had just announced that he was about to abolish Christmas.
"Did we teach you nothing in all that time we worked together?" Gred finally asked dramatically.
"Were we that bad teaching stuff that you had to rescue yourself in the most desperate way by abandoning even the thought of listening to our rambles?" Forge asked teary eyed.
"Oh, how the great have fallen!" Gred proclaimed dramatically. "Sitting on the outside looking in."
"Speaking to walls instead of people," Forge added as dramatically as his twin.
"Hearing nothing but the filtered words, muffled through stone," Gred said.
"Never being listened to –"
"Never being talked to –"
"Never being noticed by anybody but their own shadows!"
Lee snorted.
"Alright, alright, I get it!" He said again. "Pranking etiquette, totally important! Should have listened to you! Now just explain to me why you're still standing here instead of looking for the person who did it!"
The twins sighed melodramatically.
"Because as a pranksters of a certain calibre, you have to admire the work of others – well done work of others, that is – before even thinking about things like 'who did it?' or 'why did they do it?' etc., etc…." The twins explained finally.
"Also," Gred added. "It's always amusing to stay and watch the fallout, you know?"
"Huh?" Lee Jordan asked confused.
It was then that one Professor Dolores Umbridge, better known as 'The Toad' by a lot of students, heeded around a corner.
The twins and Lee Jordan pressed themselves deeper into the alcove they had been hiding in.
Umbridge meanwhile stared at the scene in front of her flabbergasted.
The Great Hall had been newly decorated.
The newest Educational Decree had been enlarged and stuck to the wall behind the teachers table. It loudly proclaimed every student's club or bigger groups prohibited.
In front of the new Educational Decree – over the tables of the students at the places where the crests normally hung – several other banner had been put up.
"Hogwarts needs more clubs! Vote for the Ravenclaw Soccer Club!" The banner over the Ravenclaw table proclaimed. Not a lot of Ravenclaws looked happy with their current altered crest – done in the house colours with a footballer instead of their normal eagle.
"Hogwarts needs more clubs! Vote for the Gryffindor Book Club!" The banner over the Gryffindor table proclaimed. The Gryffindor's looked as happy with their altered crest – done in Gryffindor house colours with a stack of books instead of the normal lion – as the Ravenclaws.
"Hogwarts needs more clubs! Vote for the Hufflepuff Politic Club!" The banner over the Hufflepuff table proclaimed. The Hufflepuffs were all still staring at their altered crest as if they couldn't believe what they saw.
But the weirdest of all of them was the Slytherin banner.
It wasn't the weirdest because of its announcement. It announced nor more nor less than the other crests, just that it was proclaiming proudly "Hogwarts needs more clubs! Vote for the Slytherin Knitting Club!" – showing some knitting needles at work in green and silver.
No, the actual difference made the Slytherins themselves.
While the Gryffindors and the Ravenclaws looked unhappy with their crests, while the Hufflepuffs looked confused with their crest, the Slytherins actually acted as if they didn't care at all what their crest was proclaiming – not that a behaviour like that would have been unusual for the Slytherins…
No, the really unusual part was something else entirely.
"What by Merlin and Morgana are you doing?" Umbridge screeched, while huffing and puffing her way over to the Slytherin table.
Daphne Greengrass looked up from her work.
"I don't know yet," she said as if she was talking about the weather. "Maybe it's going to be a scarf when I'm done, or a patchwork duvet."
Umbridge's eyes nearly bulged out.
"What?" She shrieked.
Daphne just stared at her.
"Well," she said. "I haven't decided, yet, alright."
Umbridge just stared, then she shook her head and turned to Malfoy.
"Mr. Malfoy," she said shrilly, clearly absolutely shocked. "Please explain to me what you are doing?"
The boy looked up.
"Well, I don't think I will be able to do anything with that one," he said, looking frustrated at his work. "I keep dropping stitches, you know, Professor? I guess this one will just be me trial piece, but after that I guess I'll try a scarf as well."
"But… but…" Umbridge stuttered.
"Yes, I know," Malfoy said. "I like the colour of the wool as well and it's nearly too pretty to be used for something that has that much errors in it, but well, I can't help it – I'm still learning, you know?"
"That's not it!" Umbridge finally screeched. "Why are you doing this? Why are you all knitting?"
The Slytherins looked at each other.
"It's soothing?" One of them offered.
"We founded a knitting club?" Another one asked confused while pointing at the banner above his head.
Umbridge stared at all of them, then she turned around, shaking her head and mumbling about having to look into the sanity of the student's population.
The Slytherins just looked at each other again at that, before some of them shrugged and they all returned to their knitting.
"Absolutely the best prank ever," Gred said teary eyed. "We're beaten, oh brother of mine! Absolutely beaten!"
The other twin nodded sadly.
"That we are," he said. "That we are."
Lee just shook his head.
"I still want to know how the prankster managed to get the Slytherins to follow along with his insane idea," he finally said, respect in his voice.
"I asked them if they wanted to learn knitting," a dreamy voice answered him. "It is after all well known that Salazar Slytherin knitted the duvets in the Slytherin common room. It was always a popular thing to do in Slytherin when Salazar was still alive."
Lee Jordan turned around and stared at Luna Lovegood wide-eyed.
"And of course they believed you," he finally said too shocked to think about anything else to say.
"Of course," Luna said. "Professor Snape was even kind enough to bring by one of the pictures protocolling the whole thing. They have been part of the inheritance for the Heads of House since the founding days of the Knitting Club."
Lee Jordan just blinked.
"The Club was founded today," he finally said slowly.
"Yesterday," Luna corrected. "So what? It's still the truth!"
With that and an enigmatic smile, she left.
Behind her, Lee and the twins looked after her gawking.
"I think I am in love," Gred finally proclaimed.
"Me too," Forge said. "Do you think she'll mind having two boyfriends instead of one?"
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