"Lacey, I can't believe you'd do that!" Lacey's father was extremely mad at her for going over the road and yelling at the joke shop owners. Her father always liked to stay out of trouble, didn't want the hassle, especially with being older and sicker. He wouldn't be around forever to monitor Lacey. He did his best to influence her to make the best choices, but her temper always got the best of her. Her dad regretted not sending her to public school. He always pinpointed that to be one of the reasons she was like this. She hadn't dealt with many people in her life. People skills weren't her forte.

"I couldn't just sit back and say nothing, dad!"

"I want you to go over there and apologise. We can't have any enemies. Especially not them. They could easily ruin us, Lacey." He was right, they could. She didn't know them. They could be horrible people and not give a crap about them losing their store. Maybe it was a good idea to get on their good side.

Later on that day, Lacey had given it more thought. She didn't care anymore. She was not going to grovel to their good side. Lacey was going to show them what she could really do.

Lacey came up with a brilliant idea. She was going to bake them fake apology cupcakes. She made up her usual red velvet cupcakes, but this time she added something a little special. Lacey pulled out a small black vile from the back of the cupboard, pouring the entirety of the small bottle into her cake mix.

"What are you doing, Lacey?" Chris looked over her shoulder as she mixed the clear liquid in.

"Just making cupcakes for those pretentious pricks." She had a devilish grin on her face. Chris knew that couldn't be good. He grabbed the vile reading from the label. It was black dye that would stain the lips, teeth and tongue to whoever ate anything with it in.

"Lacey, you can't give them these."

"Why not?" She laughed, placing the mix into the oven. "They'll taste completely fine, just with an extra surprise." She smirked.

"They are the Weasley twins, they'll get you back ten times worse. This really isn't a good idea."

"The Weasley twins?" She laughed. "Ooo, I'm scared of two tall orange apes."

"They own a joke shop, they know what they're doing." Chris actually seems quite worried about Lacey's little prank.

"Well, let's see what they've got."

Once the cakes were finished baking, Lacey piped vanilla cream on top and placed them into a small white box. She was a little too excited to give them the cakes; she was just upset she wouldn't be there to see them freak out later.

Lacey took off her apron and changed the store sign to closed before jogging over the road to deliver her delicious cupcakes to her unknowing victims.

She opened the door to their large store, and the little bell rang. God, that must have been annoying with all the customers they were getting. She looked around the store; it was incredible. Lacey had never seen inside the store before; it was huge. She couldn't help but think, why? They sold so many different kinds of things. Why did they have to sell sweets too? Couldn't they leave them to her and her father to sell?

One of the slender, tall twins spotted her. "I never expected you to come here." He chuckled, walking towards her.

"I- I um just wanted to apologise for yesterday. I shouldn't have spoken to you like that, you're right, it is competition. It's a dog eat dog world, but that's not an excuse for the way I behaved." She smiled. "Here, I baked you both a cupcake." She handed over the small white box. As their hands brushed against each other couldn't help but let a little smile creep onto her face.

He opened the box and sniffed the delicious-looking cupcakes. "Wow, they smell incredible."

"I made them especially for you both." She smiled wider, maybe a little too devilishly for her liking.

"Thank you, I'll make sure Fred gets the other one."

"Bye weasel." She muttered under her breath before leaving the store.

"Hey, that crazy girl from over the road handed me these." George took one cupcake out of the box, handing it to his brother. "She said it was to apologise for yesterday."

"Wow, that's nice. Maybe it was just her time of the month." They both laughed, both taking a bite out of their cupcakes.

George looked up from his cupcake and saw that Fred's teeth were beginning to change colours. "Fred, your teeth.. they're black?"

"So are yours." Both of the boys were confused. They both looked down at the cupcakes - then it clicked. It was the cakes. It was her.

"That bitch." George crushed the cake in his hands, throwing it into the bin.

"Oh, she's good." Fred smirked, taking another bite of the cake.

"Fred, stop!" George yelled, taking the cake from Fred and chucking it into the bin.

This was war.

The next day Lacey couldn't help but wonder how the cakes went. It surprised her she hadn't had them coming around shouting at her. Her morning had been surprisingly quiet. Just as she was about to go into the back, the door of the shop opened.

It was one of the weasel twins.

"What do you want?" She groaned.

"I came to buy one of your delicious cupcakes again." He grinned. Her cup cakes had worked. His teeth were stained black. She stayed silent, trying not to laugh. She had to cover her mouth with her hand to stop a noise from coming out.

"You have no idea how hard this was to explain to my mother she thought I was doing drugs." He laughed.

Lacey let out a snorty laugh, finding it too hard to hold back the laughter. "Drugs?"

"She worries." He shrugged innocently, pretending he couldn't tell that she was laughing.

"Awe tell your poor mother I'm sorry." She smirked, very proud of her job to get at them.

"Oh, so it was you then?" He cocked his eyebrows up.

"I mean, um, what type of cake would you like?" She quickly changed the subject to the cakes.

He looked into the glass for a moment before making a decision. He pointed at the glass, pointing to chocolate éclairs. "I'll take two of those, please."

She prepared them for him in a small white cardboard box, just like the ones he used yesterday. "That'll be 7 sickles please."

"These won't make my teeth turn green, will they?" He laughed, taking the money out of his pocket handing her the money.

"Purple." She laughed. He laughed along with her.

"Thank you." He smiled and exited the shop. It surprised her he hadn't shouted or screamed at her. They had let her off. It just didn't seem right.

She looked out of the window, and he was staring directly back at her. He had a devilish grin across his face, similar to the one she had yesterday. She was confused about what he was smiling about. She peered over the counter to see a little packet that had been squished. It smoked and sizzle; she panicked. Then a dreadful smell came from it. It was vile.

She quickly covered her nose with her sleeve. She glanced back outside to see him watching and laughing, his head off chowing down on the éclair. That bastard.

She picked up the small packet off of the floor and stormed over the road. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" she shouted at him. "A little childish, don't you think?" She chucked the stink packet at him.

"Childish? I thought it was brilliant. What was childish was you faking an apology and staining my teeth?" He grinned at her, showing his stained teeth in all their glory.

"Not childish, just petty." She gave him a fake smile, correcting him. "You've just stunk out the entire shop for a day! I can't sell anything to anyone with a store that stinks of farts and dead animals." She yelled. He just laughed at her. He thought he was brilliant, didn't he? "I only stained your teeth, I never put your store out of use." She groaned. This was all too personal now. They wanted her and her father to go out of business.

"Honestly fuck you," she groaned. "You've just lost us 30 galleons, thanks a lot."

"Just 30?" He couldn't believe it. His face turned into a frown. He felt guilty. He only meant to get her back for the prank she had played on them yesterday. He didn't realise her stop was struggling that much.

"Yes, just 30 galleons, sorry some of us don't come from a family with wealth."

He laughed "No we-"

"Really laughing at someone else's misfortune? You're a dick, George Weasley!" Lacey yelled before storming back over the road.

"It's Fred!" He shouted back. "But thank you for learning our names!"

"Fuck off, Fred!" she shouted before covering her nose again to head back into the store.

"Ew, what died in here?" Chris walked into the store to be hit by a deadly fragrance. He pinched his nose, trying not to inhale anymore of the gross toxins.

"They happened." She glared at the store across the road.

"I told you not to mess with the Weasleys." Chris shook his head. He had expected as much from them. He thought they were animals.

"Maybe you should tell them not to mess with me."

"Come on, Lacey, just drop it now, you've had your fun." Chris just wanted the trouble to end. He knew it would only get worse from there.

"Fun? You call them putting the shop out of business for a day, fun?" She huffed, walking upstairs. She was about to come up with her next plan.