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Disclaimer: Unfortunately, these two troublesome twins are not mine. Jo Rowling gets that title. Sad, I know.

Prompt #10 Letter

"D-do it, br-brother! Don't be sssuch a n-ninny and just d-do it already," Fred insisted, practically shoving George's hand onto the parchment.

George grinned like a maniac and shook his head. "Gred, lay off! I-I'm only th-thinking of what t-to write. Ah!" he hiccupped and burst into a fit of giggles, "I-I've g-go-got it! I've got i-it!" he cheered proudly.

"W-well come on then! I w-want to see what ssshe says back," Fred slurred and swayed where he leaned against the desk.

After what seemed like hours of random raucous laughter, the twins had the letter! They tied it to Errol's leg with a bit of difficultly due to their drunken haze. "T-take this to Pro-Professsssor," George began laughing.

"Professor Mc-McGonagall!" his other half finished.

As they anxiously awaited the reply, they downed another bottle of firewhiskey. That made… 7? Or was it 8? Or 12?

"Sssooo Forge, what else d-did you sssay to the old b-bat other th-than what I-I dared y-you to?"

George began laughing like a hyena, which sent Fred into his own bout of hysterics. When he was finally done wiping away the tears that started mid-laugh fest, he spilled the details.

"I ssaid t-to her, I said: 'Dearest M-Minerva (I c-can call you th-that now ssssince I no longer at-attend Hogwarts!), I have been won-wondering as t-to how you h-ha-have been. After alllll, I haven't h-heard your lovely, sssscolding voice in sssome time. I r-rather miss ssseeing your scowling f-face, in p-per-person and i-in cat form," he let out a raging laugh here, "But my r-reason for writing issss of m-much more dire im-importance than j-just catching up.

I'm a-afraid I musssst know, what kind of kni-knickers do you wear? The ugly, unfl-unflattering grandma-style ones that are sssssooo atrocious, or a-are you a fr-frilly, lacey, barely-there th-thong kind o-of girl? The ansssswer has pl-plagued m-my thoughtsss many a term, and it d-does so ssstill to this day.

I would mmmuch appreciate a speedy re-reply (and maybe th-the incl-inclusion of a pair of your kni-knickers, for proooof, of course!). You're a ssssly fox, or should I-I say ssssly cat, so I d-don't trust you the sssssliiiightest bit to answer truthfully. Please un-understand and gr-grant a former favvvvvorite student thisss one request.

With m-much respect.

George W-Weasley.'"

Fred was literally rolling on the floor and laughing hysterically, "That's bl-bloody brilliant! I n-never thought you w-would sssstand a chance at get-getting some of McGonagall's knick-knickers, but that was sssssuave!"

"You un-underessss-underestimate me, my twin! I'm an expert in the a-art of ch-charm!" George gave a rather manly belch and started laughing again.

These two were completely tossed, but had enough sense not to drink anymore after the last bottle they polished off. Laughter and a bit of wrestling occupied them until a reply came. Errol tapped on the window of the twin's room with his little beak, a small package tied to his leg.

"Ssshe replied! An-and it looks like she sssent something!" Fred couldn't believe his eyes. Sure, they were a tad fuzzy from all the booze, but this was definitely no imagined thing. There really was a package!

George tore open the little box and out tumbled a note. He unfolded it quickly and could not fathom what he read.

"Mister Weasley, I must say I am quite shocked by your rather provocative and unexpected letter. There have been many things to leave me speechless in my day, but this certainly takes the cake.

Now, seeing as you are a former student of mine, it would be greatly frowned upon should I indulge your request and get caught. However, you have reminded me of the young girl I once was; dating lads, having a good time, going to parties and dancing. I would feel much sorrow had I not quieted this old heart of mine who pines for such opportunities to come again.

If I simply told you what kind of knickers I preferred, I do not think you would believe me. I am, indeed every bit the sly cat you accuse me of being. Therefore, inside the box you will find a present of sorts. I do so hope you enjoy and put your mind at ease, former favorite student of mine.

Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall."

The twins reached for the box at the same moment. They flipped open the lid and wrapped carefully in paper and folded neatly were a pair of red and gold lace boy short-style knickers.

"Bloody hell," both redheads murmured at once.

"Who wo-would've thought? Mc-McGonagall wears sexy undergarments?" Fred tried his best not to picture that in his head, "I nev-never thought she would ac-actually answer you, let alone ssssend you some of her knickers!"

George had a look of horror on his face, "I don't know wh-what's worse: the fact that McGonagall wea-wears these or the fact that she sssssooo easily g-gave them up…"

"I never would've-," Fred looked like he was going to be sick.

"-guessed that she actually-," George was trying his best not to retch.

"-would do something like that."

"Me either, twin," both boys were shocked to silence.

Meanwhile, former Transfiguration Professor- turned Headmaster, McGonagall, was sipping a cup of warm tea, an amused smile playing on her thin lips. She could picture the reaction on that Weasley twin's face when he saw her little gift. No doubt the other trouble maker would be there with him, waiting for the juicy tidbits.

Little did they know that the promising young witch, Hermione Granger, had often stayed with Minerva after she graduated. The child looked up to her as a mentor, and during Hermione's stay, she had left some of her rather, er, dainty, things behind. Minerva felt bad throwing the undoubtedly expensive lingerie away, just incase the young Gryffindor should visit, so she kept them. Despite her age, she still maintained that bit of humor she had been fawned over for in her younger days. Oh, yes. The McGonagall still had it.

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