Chapter Twenty-Seven: A Weasley To Remember

Emmalie walked late into Potions and took her seat next to Neville. Snape didn't acknowledge her presence. She wondered if he was serious about her potion skills. She hurriedly made her Inugiration Draught; seeing as she missed most of the lesson. Class drew closer to the end and Emmalie was almost done. Perhaps she did have rather good potion skills. She was never really praised or anything at her other school. She was the top student in marks; no doubt. Her social skills were non-existent though.

As she was filling up her flask she heard a crash and laughter. Snape sat at his desk a smug smile playing around his mouth and Harry stood next to him, his hands ballled up in a fist. It would seem Snape wasn't over the whole Pensive incident. No doubt her interference hadn't help the situation either.

The bell rang and Emmalie was filled with dread as she walked up to Snapes' desk. What if he smashed her vial as well? She placed it on the desk with the other vials but he made no indication of her presence.

"Sorry I was late Professor. I had my career meeting with Professor McGonagall."

"Yes, I was quite aware of that."

"She uh, seemed to think I would do well in a Potions career."

"Miss. Bristol, if you have a question ask it. If not then proceed to lunch." He looked up from his desk piercing her with his stare and sharp voice.

Emmalie gave him a small smile, "I just wanted to say thank you sir. Thanks to you I know what I want to do."

A sneer player around his mouth, but he replied, "you're welcome."

Emmalie thought about her career. She could teach Potions or open her own shop. The more she thought about it the more the liked it. It was like being a doctor in the muggle word. Her potions would help and heal. She stared at her defense book in a daze; dreaming up a future for herself. The bell rang and Emmalie was out the door.

Neville walked along side her. They headed toward Gryffindor Tower, intending to do some homework when screams fom above distracted them.

"What is going on up there?" Emmalie asked, her head tilted to the side.

"I don't know but let's not find out." Neville replied somewhat fearfully.

"Oh come on Neville where is your Gryffindor sense of adventure?"

She grabbed his hand and pulled him up the stairs and towards the noise. They stopped immediately as they rounded a corner, for the corridor ahead was no longer there. Instead a swamp stood in its place. Several students were caught in the crossfire; they were covered in swamp juice.

"Wow what happened?" Emmalie asked in amazement.

Before anyone could answer Umbridge had appeared on the scene. One look and she was screaming and frantically waving her wand about. "Evenesco."

Nothing the swamp stayed. The more spells she tried the more it bubbled. "Finite Incatatem"

The swamp exploded covering Emmalie, Neville and several others in the process. Admist the yells of disgust, laughing could be heard. A heart-dropping sensation came over Emmalie. She knew those laughs; heard them quite often. The Weasley twins were laughing and not bothering to hide their amusment.

"YOU TWO!"

"Professor Umbridge! We found this." A fourth year Slytherin, Emmalie didn't recognize, spoke.

Members of the Inquisitorial Squad held out a box which clearly read, Portable Swamp Weasley Wizarding Wheezes.

"Get them!" Umbridge screeched.

Students moved out of the Twins way as they ran past but not the Slytherins that chased them. After some well chosen hexes students moved for them as well. As Umbridge ran by the students followed.

"Come on!"

Emmalie joined the flow of students moving towards the entrance hall. The twins stood in the middle much like the night Trelawny was sacked. Umbridge stood before them and the Inquisitorial Squad surrounded them.

"You little troublemakers finally have what's coming to you. Argus kindly go and retrive the papers."

Filch shuffled off with a spring in his step.

Neville moved in closer while Emmalie stood back. She was shocked. How could the twins do something so risky? They weren't even hiding the fact that they did it. As far as pranks this had to be the biggest in Hogwarts history. What would Umbridge do to them?

A calm presence stood behind Emmalie. She turned slightly to see Snape. "As annoying as they are Professor, you must admit they are clever."

"To an extent," he replied smoothly.

"So - you think it amusing to turn a school corridor into a swamp, do you?"

"Pretty amusing, yeah," said Fred, looking up at her without the slightest sign of fear.

Filch elbowed his way through, practically gidding from excitment.

"I've got the form, Headmistress," he said hoarsely, waving the piece of parchment. "I've got the form and I've got the whips waiting… oh, let me do it now…"

"Very good, Argus," she said. "You two," she went on, gazing down at Fred and George, "are about to learn what happens to wrongdoers in my school."

Emmalie took a calming breath, scared for the twins. She really hoped they had a plan.

"You know what?" said Fred. "I don't think we are." He turned to his twin."George, "I think we've outgrown full-time education."

"Yeah, I've been feeling that way myself," said George lightly.

"Time to test our talents in the real world, d'you reckon?"

"Definitely," said George.

They raised their wands and said together:"Accio brooms!"

Emmalie, Snape, and several others had to duck as the twins brooms came flying. A heavy chin and iron peg was still attached and missed people by inches. She turned to Snape with a smile. "Bloody brilliant, those two."

"We won't be seeing you," Fred told Professor Umbridge, swinging his leg over his broomstick.

"Yeah, don't bother to keep in touch," said George, mounting his own.

Fred looked around at the assembled students, at the silent, watchful crowd."If anyone fancies buying a Portable Swamp, as demonstrated upstairs, come to number ninety-three, Diagon Alley - Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes," he said in a loud voice. "Our new premises!"

"Special discounts to Hogwarts students who swear they're going to use our products to get rid of this old bat," added George, pointing at Professor Umbridge.

"STOP THEM!" shrieked Umbridge, but it was too late. As the Inquisitorial Squad closed in, Fred and George kicked off from the floor, shooting fifteen feet into the air, the iron peg swinging dangerously below.

Fred looked across the hall at the poltergeist bobbing on his level above the crowd."Give her hell from us, Peeves."

Surprisingly Peeves took off his hat and saluted the twins as they rode off their broom.

Emmalie gave a whoop and cheered with the rest of the student body. Nothing could stop the cheering, not Umbridges screeching or feeble spells. Emmalie even noticed that some of the teachers had smiles of their face. As the sun set and night fell the students walked into the great hall for dinner still talking. Emmalie suspected that the other common rooms, like hers, stayed up late into the night talking.


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