whoa okay, back to crack.
First Year
So, like just about any Harry Potter fan fiction ever written, Fred and George Weasley pulled a prank.
On us.
The (ickle) first years.
My first response was a burning need to either prank them back or scream in their faces. Obviously, I did neither. For one, I didn't want to bring any attention to myself and making myself the centre of attention of their pranks was not a way to remain anonymous. Besides...
How the hell was I going to prank the greatest pranksters in Hogwarts?
"By best, I mean best since the Marauders. Pretty sure the three of them could do better. Screw Wormtail, I'm biased," I muttered to myself. I really shouldn't have. Because these things always get overheard in fan fictions. Always.
"Now what's this-"
"-about the Marauders?"
Oh shit.
-AN-
First Year
As the Golden Trio discussed the trap door in hushed tones, a familiar girl with unremarkable short brown hair sidled up in the seat next to Harry, causing their conversation to halt.
They glanced at the girl suspiciously, trying to be discreet about it. The girl didn't seem to notice, though, more preoccupied by looking over her shoulder. Hermione noticed that her form was rigid, tense.
Suddenly, the girl's brown eyes were fixed on Ron. He barely stopped himself from flinching at the intensity of her gaze.
"Ronald Weasley," she hissed, "please, please, please, tell your brothers to leave me-"
Fred and George appeared behind her, each placing a hand on her shoulders.
"Terribly sorry Ron-" one of they said.
"-but we need to borrow Miss Anna for a while," the other finished, yanking the girl out of her seat. She whimpered.
"See you!"
As she was dragged away by the Weasley twins, Harry thought that she looked on the verge of tears.
