#Guideline – 300 words – Someone attempts to repeal a natural law. Like gravity for example. | Rating: K+ | Genre: Humour
"I knew I should never have told them about this," Hermione said with a sigh, taking a break from looking at the ceiling to shake her head.
"It's a good idea," Harry pointed out.
"Thank you," came the combined, echoey voices of Fred and George.
"An idea that already exists," Hermione retorted, folding her arms and looking completely unamused.
Harry raised an eyebrow at his bushy-haired friend. "And have loads of witches and wizards descend onto the Muggle World?"
Hermione winced almost immediately at the thought. Yeah, it was definitely not a good idea. Why did she even mention "anti-gravity" tunnels to the Weasley twins of all people?
"Exactly," Harry said to her unspoken response, nodding smugly.
Hermione sighed. "It would be a disaster."
"Hey, we resemble that," voices came from above them.
Harry and Hermione returned their attention to the extremely high ceilings of the Hogwarts corridor. The aforementioned twins were stuck there. By what, Hermione still wasn't entirely sure but they were. And had no idea how to get down.
"All good experiments have numerous failures," George said loftily, quite literally in his case.
"This is better than normal," Fred added.
"Our failures-" George began to explain.
"-tend to end-
"- in explosions," they finished in unison.
"Because being stuck to the ceiling is so much better?" Hermione said in a scathing tone.
"Yes," Fred said emphatically. "No one is singed."
"Except your pride," Harry said.
"Details," the older twin waved off.
"Now, um, can someone figure out how to get us down?" George asked sheepishly.
"Quickly," Fred informed them. "I need to pee."
Harry laughed out loud at that as he lifted his bag off the floor. "I don't think anyone wants yellow rain," he joked.
"Harry!" Hermione scolded, shooting a disgusted look up at the ceiling.
