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Chapter 4: First Year, Gryffindor Girls' Dormitory

49: Location: First Year Gryffindor Girls' Dormitory. Date: December 24th, 1989. Time of Discovery: 7:00am. Perpetrator(s)/Mastermind(s): Fred and George Weasley. Accomplice(s): None. Victim(s): Gryffindor First Years. Prank Object: Muggle scissors. Nature of Prank: Using the scissors on all of the girls' hair — none of them had more than inch-long hair afterwards.

Flashback Starts

"Are you sure this is a good idea, Fred?" George asked his twin apprehensively.

"No, George, this is definitely not a good idea," responded Fred. "But it has to be done. We've been dared."

This did not make George feel any better. However, he was every bit as proud as his twin, so he understood. "Right. Any idea how to get up the staircase?" The two boys had recently endured the very painful experience that befell any male who attempted to go up the stairs to the girls' half of the tower — them turning into a slide beneath you and you sliding back down by the seat of your pants.

It was early morning, about 6:45am, the twins were currently situated in the Gryffindor common room, looking up at the girls' dorm. Each had a pair of scissors in their hands. The day before, Fred and George had sat behind two of their fellow first years, girls, and George had complained that whenever the girls stood up, the boys got mouthfuls of too-long hair. Angelina, who had been one of those girls, asked him, "What are you gonna do about it, hey? Cut it?" To this, Fred had replied, "We might just." Angelina had said, "The repercussions would be too great for you to handle." Then, smirking, "Do it. I dare you."

Those three fatal words had sealed it. Now both boys were apprehensively wondering how they were going to pull this off. Lee, being Lee, had refused to take part in this latest hare-brained scheme, since he actually had "more than two braincells to rub together, which is more than the two of you can boast," as he had so put it. He'd then wished them luck, saying "If the course of the girls' revenge gets too ugly, I may think about interfering."

Back to the present — suddenly, George knew the answer to their dilemma: "Wingardium Leviosa," he whispered, wand out. Fred rose up in the air a few feet. He started to shriek, but quickly thought better of it.

After all the practice in the Great Hall, levitating his brother was a piece of cake. George raised his wand higher and higher until Fred was standing safely at the top of the stairs. Then the process was repeated by Fred.

Soon the were in the first year girls dormitory. "I bags cutting Angelina's hair!" George whisper-shouted quickly.

"Hmmpphh. She dared me — I should get to." Fred crossed his arms.

"That is precisely why I am doing it. You will be to vindictive," George explained. "Don't worry, o brother of mine. I will give her very short hair."

"A quarter of the length of the others?" Fred bargained.

"Half the length," countered George.

"Done." The two sealed the deal with a spit-shake (A/N: Yuck! But I do envision the twins doing that sort of thing.) and hurried off to perform the dirty deed, working from one end of the room each to meet in the middle.

Snip! Snip! Snip! George's scissors made quick work of Angelina's once-luxurious hair. He then gathered up the severed locks, pulled back the blankets and gently, gently, peeled off one of the girls' socks. He stuffed the hair into it and carefully, carefully, put it onto her hand. He then replaced the covers. Angelina's once eleven-inch-long-hair was now only an inch long. George winced slightly at this realisation. He hoped all his limbs would still be intact once the feisty eleven-year-old was through with him and his brother.

5 minutes later…

They met up and five to seven, and prepared to leave. The sequence that had been performed on Angelina had been performed upon all of the girls now.

"We're cutting it close, George. Their wand-alarms are bound to go off any minute. What took you so long?" Fred reprimanded sternly but quietly.

"Sorry. I got caught up. Alicia's hair is way too fluffy. I couldn't pick it all up!" George gestured to the mess of tangly, curly black hair around the aforementioned girl's bed.

Fred sighed. "What's done is done. What do we do with the evidence?" He gestured to the scissors in he and his brother's hand.

"They'll know it was us anyway. Just leave them here, so they can lay eyes on the demonic tool which did the demonic deed," George replied.

"Okay." Then, the twins snuck out of the dorm together.

Sure enough, just as they had gotten themselves back into their own beds, the heard a shrill brrriiinnng! from their own wand, a matching shrill brrriiinnng! from the wands everywhere else, and seconds later, a shrill scream of, "FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY! I"M OWLING YOUR MOTHER!"

The twins stared at each other in horror, then simultaneously whispered, "Uh-oh."

Flashback ends

After that morning, George recalled, smiling down at the book.. Angelina didn't speak to us for weeks, did she? But the teachers had fixed the hair and thus the anger of the girls (bar Angelina, of course), and eventually she too had come around.

That was one of our masterpieces, despite the inevitable Howlers. He wondered what other records this book held in store for him.

A/N: Well? How'dya like it?

Hey! I just noticed the word 'red-head' was not used once in a chapter all about the Weasley twins.

I had to add the age-old I'm owling your mother! threat. And I have a question: should the present Angelina appear at the end of some chapters?

Before you say it: yes, I went from number 17 to number 49. I skipped 22 pranks. Deal with it.

Now to the topic of reviews: there is one damper on my happy, I've updated! mood: recent stats have told me that I have received 367 views, yes, 367 views, but only 8 of those viewers have reviewed. This is unfair! Even if it's just a little sentence, I'll be happy. Pleeeeaaaase? -puts on best puppy dog face-

On that joyous note, bye!