Thankfully, or not, Filch's leg did not have to be taken off. He was able to hobble over to the Hospital Wing, and Madame Pomfrey fixed it up faster than Umbridge turned the DADA class into a living hell. While Fred and George were enjoying a well earned break at lunch, he was already back on duty handing out detention slips for "Enjoying life" or "Too much Fun".

"Hey, what's this for?" Angeline Johnson spouted off at the caretaker as he handed her a slip of paper.

"Read the damn thing."

Angeline looked down at the paper in her hand, "Breathing loudly?" She said. "I'm getting a detention for BREATHING LOUDLY!" Filch handed her a second paper.

"SPEAKING TOO LOUD!" Angelina roared, "I'LL SHOW YOU SPEAKING TOO LOUD YOU STUPID LITTLE... GAAAH!" Angeline crossed her arms and stuffed her hands in her pockets, "I really hope that leg's hurting you." She mumbled under her breath.

"What was that?" Filch said all too innocently.

"Nothing."

"Good." Filch limped away, gripping the marks on his skinny leg. Angeline watched him and marveled how the leg didn't fully come off. She then looked at the detention slips and pulled out her wand. She placed them on top of her wand and focused. "Flagrate." The papers burst into flame, ash flying off from them as they turned into a flare on top of her wand.

She walked away from the hallway trailing ash and mumbling about old men that need to be put down before they corrupt the next generation. She wandered all the way into the Great Hall without noticing, and was sitting down next to Fred and George to get her food before even looking up.

"Oi, Angelina, you okay?" George asked his quidditch captain. "You don't seem right in the head."

"I... Don't seem right?! I'm the one who isn't right in the head?"

"Oh crap." George grumbled, realizing that he was the one who pulled the pin out of that grenade. Fred watched Angelina's anger slowly boil over and plugged his ears just in time.

"I'M THE ONE NOT RIGHT IN THE HEAD? THAT SQUIB CARETAKER IS THE ONE NOT RIGHT IN THE HEAD! HE'S GOT NO IDEA WHAT IT'S LIKE TO ACTUALLY HAVE FRIENDS 'CAUSE ALL HE DOES IS TRY TO KILL PEOPLE BY WORKING THEM TO DEATH IN DETENTION! I SWEAR THAT IF HE DECIDES TO GIVE OUT ONE MORE DETENTION THEN I'M GOING TO STICK MY WAND UP SOMEWHERE UNPLEASANT AND USE A STINGING JINX!"

The entire Great Hall looked at Angelina like she was just a howler that exploded, which wasn't far from the truth. Fred pulled his fingers out of his ears and slunk lower in his seat, trying to be unseen to the rest of the room. George merely tried to regain his ability to hear, Angelina was two feet away from his ears and he didn't plug them like Fred did.

"ow..." George said weakly, "Angelina, how do you get those vocal chords. I think the merpeople have a ringing in their ears."

Angelina looked at the Weasley twins, "Sorry guys. Filch really pissed me off."

"We could tell. What did he do?"

Angelina looked for the slips of paper, then realized that she had burned them. "He gave me two detentions for breathing loudly and speaking too loudly. Then the damn caretaker just limped away, I hope that his leg is really hurting him."

Fred's face reddened. George put an arm around Angelina, "I don't think that we should talk here anymore, Miss Johnson, too many people are watching. Maybe we could continue this conversation somewhere else? Fred and I have a little proposition for you." Angelina's gaze shifted to encompass the whole hall and saw that nearly everybody had eyes on her, she nodded.

"Good. Meet us in the common room in around thirty minutes. And try not to kill anyone before then."

"Okay." Angelina said meekly. Fred and George got up and walked out of the hall.

In the next thirty minutes after Fred and George had left, Angelina simply tried to eat a little ham and cheese sandwich and not attract any attention. The hall was deathly silent as it looked at Angelina, silently judging her. She left rather quickly and rushed up the stairs to the common room. Fred and George were already there waiting for her. As she watched, two sickles went from Fred's hand to George's, a bet.

"Told you she'd still be alive."

"Yeah, you win this one."

Angelina shook some of her hair out of her face, "So what is this 'little proposition' you have for me?"

Fred nodded and started, "So we got this vibe from you that you aren't really friends with Filch right now, and we were wondering if you might want revenge on what he's done to you." Angelina perked visibly at the mention of revenge.

"We, in fact, have started a prank war against Umbridge and her followers, without them knowing of course. And we could use some help keeping Filch away. That's where you come in, we want you to make sure that Filch is far far away from us by the time we get done setting up our pranks. You're free to do whatever you want to him, short of killing the man, and we'll help you set any traps up for him."

Angelina thought for a moment, "What do you mean, short of killing. Can I kill him a little bit? Or at least threaten his life?"

George sighed, "No killing. That's one of the rules of the war. Now, are you in? Or do we have to kill you to keep our war a secret?"

"I'm in."