A/N: Hey! Quite a short chapter, but eventful I guess. Enjoy :-)
Disclaimer: I'm out of funny disclaimers. I do not own Harry Potter. That belongs to J.K. Rowling. Not me. Stop pressuring me! :'(
After Christmas, classes started as though they had never finished. Snape still entertained himself while the class was doing work by glaring at Abbey, and she nearly always returned with glares twice as horrible. She really did not like Snape.
All the other teachers were fairly nice to her, and didn't give her, Fred and George detentions as regularly as Snape did.
There were certain classes she couldn't get her mind around though. Like History of Magic. What was the deal with that? She should rename it nap time, she thought to herself. Another one she didn't understand was Astronomy. Yes, there are stars. She understood why they needed Potions, but she was absolutely rubbish at it.
"Hey, Abbey," George said as he sat down next to her. Fred sat down as well.
"Yeah?"
"We've got an idea for a prank," Fred smiled, and they proceeded to tell her about it.
Abbey was sure that if McGonagall didn't kill them, she would. She was stood in the middle of corridor, dripping wet, her robes singing about how amazing Gryffindors were.
Gryffindors are the best.
"I hate you," she snarled at Fred and George. They grinned sheepishly.
They always beat the rest.
"I - am - going - to - kill - you!" she hissed, her fists twisting murderously.
So shove that in your face.
Fred and George were perfectly dry, and their robes were not singing about how amazing Gryffindor was.
You lousy little pests.
Fred and George had thought it a good idea. They had told her about this, and she had said it would all go wrong. Of course, she didn't listen to her. She had just followed them around to take joy in their failure.
The twins had asked Peeves to pour water on all the Slytherins he could find, and it wasn't just any water. Fred and George had put a spell on the liquid so that it made their robes sing about how amazing the Gryffindors were. Unfortunately, there had been no Slytherins around. Fred and George, thinking Abbey had told them, asked Peeves to tip water on Abbey. Just after her robes started screaming, Snape came round the corner and told them off, saying that the Slytherins had been called into a meeting because something happened in their Common Room. He seemed to take great pleasure to see Abbey this angry.
They were currently waiting for McGonagall to bit their heads off.
"What has happened here?" McGonagall cried, staring at Abbey.
"We tried to stop her!" Fred cried, and Abbey frowned.
"Her fashion sense is simply terrible," George whined, flicking his hand.
Abbey found all the anger washing out of her, and held her stomach as she laughed.
"IT'S ALIVE!" Fred yelled.
"That will be enough, Mr. Weasley," McGonagall said, shaking her head. "Whose idea was this?"
Fred and George opened their mouths to speak, but Abbey got their first, "all of ours, Professor."
The twins raised their eyebrows at her, and she shrugged. She hadn't forgotten their first Potions lesson when they offered to have detention with her.
"Very well. Go and get changed, and I expect you in my office in fifteen minutes. Bring your robes with you, and I'll stop them singing. Mr. Weasley and Mr. Weasley, come with me now."
George and Fred mouthed the words thank you to her, and she waved to them before heading off to her dormitory to get changed.
Professor McGonagall seemed content with giving them two nights detention polishing the trophy room, and deducting ten points from Gryffindor. Gryffindor was already far behind Slytherin, so it wasn't going to do them any favors. McGonagall wasn't able to get her robes to stop singing fully, though she quietened them to a low hum. She said the effects would wear off, but it still annoyed Abbey for Professor Binns kept saying, "please stop humming, Iselbald." Of course, Iselbald was an amazing name, but it didn't go with her hair, and George only too gladly said. She had snorted at him.
She had got her revenge on them, of course. She managed to put a spell on their food so it repelled culinary, and it was awfully funny to see them eat soup with their hands. Even Dumbledore was grinning slightly.
A/N: Quite a short chapter, but I couldn't think of anything else to add. I have a minimum word count, and that's 700. So we're fine. Please review :)
