Hello! This is my first non-oneshot fanfic. Be nice and send me reviews! I really need to know how I'm doing. Even if you all tell me I suck at fanfics. This should be a medium length story. (20+ chapters?)
The Weasley part was so much shorter than the Stoll part that I almost feel ashamed. It's just a lot more fun to write people getting up to no good then quiet eavesdropping scenes. I like the image of Annabeth with a... Well just read it.
The Awesomest Person to Ever Walk the Earth (don't listen to the ego)
Writer, fighter, dragon rider signing off.
Fred and George reeled in their Extendable Ears and grinned at each other silently. It would definitely be worth eavesdropping again the next night.
They had just overheard Lupin telling Mundungus Fletcher to show up the next day for dinner and the Order meeting, so that would be a good time to gather information, as they called it. Now wasn't a good time to be out of bed, though, as it was after four in the morning and they couldn't risk their mum finding them. They crept up the stairs without making a sound. The two slid into bed.
"Night, Fred," George whispered into his pillow. He fell asleep before hearing his brother's reply.
Connor and Travis were running from the entire Athena cabin. Lou Ellen from Hecate cabin had helped the pranksters construct a spell to turn the cabin's pillows into large tarantulas at precisely one fifteen a.m. It had not gone over well.
"Quick! We can corner them in the weapons shed!" Annabeth yelled. Malcolm and a new camper named Libby chased Travis into the shed and slammed the door, throwing their bodies against it. Connor quickly climbed to the roof.
"Connor," Annabeth ordered, "you have two choices. Either stay on that roof all night without your brother or get in the shed with him."
"Well, there's really no choice," Connor said, still managing to sound like he was in control of the situation. "Of course I'm going with Travis. We're inseparable!" He clambered down and into the shed.
Malcolm immediately padlocked the door. They heard him call, "We'll come get you two pranksters out of there in the morning! Maybe..." The sound of footsteps and laughter moved away from them and they were left alone in the dark.
'Y'know, Trav, I think that's the easiest we've ever been caught."
"After every prank we pulled yesterday, I'm surprised we stayed awake long enough to see the results of this one." Travis paused and shifted. "You know what, Connor? It's scientifically impossible to get a comfortable night's sleep on a pile of helmets."
"Shut up and let me get some beauty sleep, bro."
"Will do," Travis yawned. "You need all the beauty sleep you can get."
Connor didn't bother with a reply, instead pulling over a bag of padded gauntlets for a pillow. After thirty minutes' hard work, he succeeded in closing his eyes.