This chapter is actually a little silly, but it has to be there for me to continue to the next two.
As always,
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"Oi! That's not us! We are not Communist spies!" Fred pouted defensively.
Hermione sighed. "What on Earth are you two on about? And who called you Comunist spies?"
George's jaw twitched and he stood, hesitated, then stormed out of the room, followed by his brother. In their wake, the lamp in the girls room short circuited and the phone started to smoke.
"Hey! You guys can't do that! Get back here!"
George bypassed his room and headed straight for the elevator, punching the down button excessively hard. Fred paced behind him while he stared at the lit arrow.
Mrs. Weasley rounded the corner and put her hands on her hips. "Boys! We leave in two days and we have an early start tomorrow! Your father wants to go to this 'Best Buy' thing that we passed yesterday. Get back to your room!"
Fred rounded on his mother. "Mum, we've got something we need to do. We won't be long."
Molly thought for a moment, staring at her twins. "Fine. Don't be out late. And don't think I don't know about your little girlfriends! I don't want you doing anything terrible while you're out!"
"Mum!"
George frowned further. "They're not our girlfriends anymore," he mumbled.
Molly stared, shocked for a moment. "Not anymore? Oh, Georgie..."
"Don't worry about it, Mum." The elevator dinged and the two of them stepped inside. "We'll be back later."
The door cracked open to reveal Sylvia wearing an oversized orange shirt with black signitures all over it and no pants. Upon seeing the twins, she yelped, "Killian, pants!" and slammed the door.
"Um," George had time to say before the door opened again and Sylvia stood there, now wearing a pair of dark jeans. "Hi." It even felt stupid coming out, but he had lost his nerve and even his reasoning, now seeing her surprised, angry face.
"What?" she demanded.
From inside the room, they heard Killian call, "Did you come here just to make us wear pants and to lie some more?"
Fred shook his head and stepped forward over the threshhold of the door. "We didn't lie-"
Sylvia pushed him back, one hand on his chest. "Ho now! I thought vampires couldn't come in without permission!"
George shook his head. Did he have water in his ears or did she just call him a vampire? "What?" he asked in disbelief.
Killian leaned on the wall beside her friend. "Yup. We know the whole thing now. You're Vampire-Ninja-Communist-Alien-Pirate-Spies. Don't deny it. We know the truth."
"You forgot zombie."
"Oh, right. Vampire-Ninja-Communist-Alien-Zombie-Pirate-Spies."
Fred stared at them for a moment. "That- That doesn't even make sense!" he protested as George worked over their new title in his head. "We came to explai-"
"There's nothing to explain." Sylvia snapped. "You lied and that's all we need to know."
George shook his head. "Sylvia, we had a reason and if you'll listen for just a moment-"
Killian pushed Sylvia back. "You got the wrong accents by the way. Communists are Russian or Chinese or whatever. Go practice."
"They're not Communist in China and Russia anymore," Sylvia corrected.
She waved this away. "Well, they used to be. The English were never Communist, were they?"
"No."
"Well there!" she turned back to the twins, sounding as though she had won some battle. "Commies!" The door slammed and Fred and George jumped.
The door right next to the one in front of them swung open. "What are you two do- Oh, it's you. What are you doing here this late?"
Fred shook his head. "Vampire-Ninja-Communist-"
Kathy rolled her eyes. "They called you that? Idiots. Still, did you lie to them?" she accused, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, but-"
She held up a hand and looked Fred and George in the eyes in turn. "Those two act like idiots, but they're not stupid. Was it a big lie?"
George shuffled his feet and Fred looked carefully at the carpet.
"Mm. Well, you'd better not hurt them. They're just mad, but if you can catch them in a place where they can't slam the door in your face, I'll bet you can explain. They can't stay mad. Not those two." Kathy gave the twins one more significant look, then started to shut the door.
"Wait!" they shouted together. George caught the door as Fred asked, "Like where?"
Kathy shrugged. "They'll be at the Ranger's game tomorrow. You probably won't be able to get in, but you can try to catch them if you want. Night boys."
The twins stared up at the massive Ranger's Stadium before them. They had gone back and immediately asked Harry about Rangers and whatever game it was, but he had no idea. Finally, they ended up at the front desk, asking question after question of the confused nightman in the lobby. Apparently, "Rangers" was a baseball team, and baseball was "America's favorite past time." They still had no idea what that meant, but they did know that they would be going to the Ranger's Stadium.
And so there they were.
Somehow, they had convinced Harry to give them their wands. (Blackmailed, more like, threatening to tell Molly that he had emptied his Gringott's account to pay for the trip, though he truly hadn't.) They had their plan. They were going to apparate into the Stadium and hopefully end up in an empty bathroom rather than a full one.
Finally, they worked up their nerve and hid themselves properly, then disappeared with a loud crack and ended up in a mostly empty bathroom.
"HOLY SHIT WHAT WAS THAT?!"
"Merlin," Fred sighed, then opened the door. A frazzled looking man was staring at them, plastered to the wall with his fly half zipped. "Hello!" he said cheerily.
"Wh- Wh- Did you guys hear that?!" At least he hadn't noticed the fact that a pair of twins had suddenly appeared together in a bathroom stall.
"Hear what?" George asked, going to wash his hands.
He shook his head and took off his ball cap to rub his blonde hair. "The- The big crack! You had to have-"
Fred shook his head, washing his own hands now. "Sorry mate, didn't hear a thing."
As they turned and headed to the restroom door, they heard the man mutter, "Damn beer. I need to quit drinkin' so much..."
Fred glanced at the peice of paper they had written the seat numbers on. This morning, they had rung Kathy's room and asked if she would tell them where Sylvia and Killian's seats were. After a little convincing, she had told them the section and seat numbers and informed them that if her little sister came back and cried at all, she would track them down and make them wish their parents hadn't even met.
Finally, they found the section and searched the huge sea of faces for Sylvia and Killian's. It took longer than they would have liked, but finally, as the crowd raised up to cheer, they caught Sylvia stand up and scream, smiling and breathless. They ran up the stairs to the seats and...
Sylvia and Killian were sitting six seats in and quite out of range. George groaned and Fred leaned over on the post. How were they to reach them now?
The twins were only standing there for about thirty seconds before a fat man and his son pushed past them. George looked up and brightned. The seats that had just been vacated were right behind the girls. Tapping his brother, George hurried down the row to sit down behind Sylvia, his brother shuffling past to take the seat next to him.
"Sylvia!" he had to shout, hoping she could hear him over the crowd noise.
She turned around to see who had called her name, but her grin froze and she frowned. "What now?"
Killain twisted in her seat. "You guys can't be here! How did you get tickets? Are those even your seats?"
"We needed to talk to you."
"It's important."
Sylvia sighed and looked back at the field. "Wait until the game is over, at least?"
Killian waved her hand to grab attention. "Hello! Not your seats! Those people are going to come back!"
Fred leaned forward and captured her lips. "I don't care. I need to talk to you."
Killian giggled a little, despite herself, then shook her head. "Go away! The game! The seats! Shoo!"
George kissed Sylvia briskly. "After the game then. We'll be waiting for you. Promise to find us?"
Sylvia, her eyes still closed, nodded vaguely.
"Good." The twins stood and shuffled down the row, hoping against hope that the girls who be true to their word and find them when the baseball game had finished.
It was a long time before the game ended. A long, long time. It was dark when the people started to pour out of the doors and head to their cars. The twins waited with bated breath beside the entrance they thought Sylvia and Killian would emerge from.
"So, what now?"
The two of them jumped and looked behind them, where Sylvia and Killian both stood, arms folded and eyevrows raised. Their stares could freeze magma and then crush it brutally into a thousand tiny peices. George shivered.
"You've got our attention for approximitally three minutes."
"Approimately," Sylvia corrected.
Killian smacked her arm and hissed something about not being the point. Sylvia responded in kind until Killian shouted, "Whatever! Three minutes!"
George held up his hands. "Can we go somewhere more private?"
"It's not something we can really tell you with all these people around." Fred finished.
Both girls pursed their lips thoughtfully and turned around to deliberate. When they turned back, Sylvia said, "How private?"
"Very private."
After another beat, they turned toward each other again. This time, Killian delivered the verdict. "We're serparating you. come on, Fred. Sylvia, be strong!" She held up a powerful fist as she dragged Fred away from his brother and into the crowd.
Sylvia returned the strong fist and sighed at George, then swallowed. "So where are we going that's private?"
No, Killian is not as stupid as I make her out to be in this chapter. But you know it's fun. XD Oh, and don't mind the "Vampire-Ninja-Communist-Alien-Zombie-Pirate-Spies" bit. We came up with that at like, 3 AM after both of us had taken sleeping pills. Good times, good times...
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