The Prompt: Prank
They knelt before her as though the armchair was a throne and she was a goddess perched upon it; their hands clasped before them in prayer, eyes pleading for mercy.
Likely they would lie prostrate at her feet if she'd agree to help, but Hermione idly flipped through her book, ignoring them.
"Please," George begged.
"They're everywhere," Ron whined.
Every exposed inch of freckled Weasley flesh was covered in putrid pustules. She imagined the unexposed bits fared the same, but they'd receive no pity from her.
After all, they were the ones stupid enough to try and prank Severus Snape.
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