Chapter 21: Red
It was late in the afternoon. All classes ended for the day. As soon as Potions finished, Alex packed up all her books into her bag, rushes out of the classroom and drags her best friend by the arm out. With a brand new plan formed inside her head, she determined to make this one to be a success.
The entire Potions lesson, she was grinding her teeth staring so coldly full of hatred at Professor Snape. Snape on the other way ignore her. He was not affected at all. Harper, sitting by her, was on cloud nine instead after the successful plan she planned earlier. She was grinning madly while she scribbled hearts, hearts, rainbows, more rainbows and Harry Potter name.
Outside, Alex let go of her friend and began showering her with her brilliant plan. "Since Snape butt in into my plan and sent Randy to Prof. Dumbeldore, I am for sure, absolutely sure, this plan will go so well. So well, Snape wishes he didn't butt in."
Harper snapped out of her day-dream voluntarily even though she doesn't want to and said, "How's it going to be?"
"First, we need to find Randy… I suppose he's somewhere near Dumbeldore's office." Alex explained. She turned to Harper and added, "Tell me you happen to know where in the world that is."
"Yes!" Harper replied, excitedly.
"Take me there now." Alex sounded determined.
Somewhere in the second floor corridor, Max Russo exited Transfiguration class with his two friends. After observing what Max had done, the whole class was non-stop chattering about it. If you really want to know, Max accidentally his button into a red salamander which 'fired' up the classroom. Literally setting half the class in flames. Prof. McGonagall did not liking it a bit at all. It seemed like a school record now. Max just got himself another detention. Though it was not good for the education, Max took it as if it was a reward. He seemed cooler. He must be a long lost relative of the Weasley twins. Of course, they were both impressed.
"Too bad you're not in Gryffindor, we could take you under our wings!" Fred Weasley told. He and his twin, George sandwiched Max as they walked along the corridor. Meanwhile, Desmond and Gabriel looked on in admiration.
"It must be a silly mistake having you in Hufflepuff mate," George started. "But, we decided to take you under our wings anyway. Prepare for a demonstration. We just invented a new firecracker."
"Firecrackers? Cool!" Max looked in awe.
In a hectic corridor, hustle and bustle of students of four colored robes was walking in and out heading to their destination. Fred and George led Max and his friends to the corner and prepare for the ultimate demonstration.
"Would you the honor, Fred?" George insisted. Fred, with a smirk upon his face, swiftly pulled his wand out of his pocket and aims it on the ready. He was pointing it at the students. Max waited and watch.
"Depulso!"
Loud deafening sound filled the corridor. Students were shocked and startled by the sudden event. They placed their palms against their ears, looking around roaming their wandering eyes searching for the cause of the noise. Suddenly, the sounds stopped.
"Was that it?" Max asked. Fred and George looked at each other and smirked some more.
BOOM!
Bright red sparks formed in the middle making some of the students moved out frighten. They jumped to the corner and watches the sparks growing bigger and bigger. The sparks were messy and sharp. Everything was red.
WOOSH!
Small confetti's fired in midair leaving long, very long, strips of red papers into the air and landed on the ground. These papers gathered together into one huge ball bounces on the spot and exploded in midair. O's and ah's were heard.
Fred and George smiled in satisfaction. The exploded papers then formed two figures. They were Fred and George. The mini twins were standing shoulder to shoulder and saluting to the crowd. They then exploded and formed initials as, 'Fred & George Weasley … Future Entrepeneurs.'
"What'd you think Russo? Care to join?" George said, beaming at the awed looking youngest Russo.
BOOM!
"Whose responsible for this!"
Unexpectedly, the firecrackers exploded and tangled a Durmstrang with red paper strips. He was moving around his arm and took out his wand. One wave, the papers burned into ashes. "Oi! We paid lots of money for those papers! You ought to pay up—" Fred bite his tongue the moment he see eye to eye at the victim. Randy Gavrail, looking furious, smoothes out his uniform from the sooths and glares at the twins.
"We're sorry." Fred added. "We'll leave at once."
"Hey, what gives man?" Max sounded when Fred and George pulled him away from the scene. "That dude is good, he's my friend."
"Well, that bloke ain't ours." George explained.
"He's not that. He's human. Not a log." Max replied. The twins stared at Max, dumbfounded by what they heard.