"Jeez, can you believe that guy's a Weasley."
Fred looked curiously around at his last name, and saw a dark haired Ravenclaw walking away, muttering to his friend, who had the same coloring, though was several inches taller. He seemed in agreement as he grumbled right back, "tell me about it, always bossing us around, he's not even our Prefect."
Fred grimaced now as he realized who was being spoken of, and turned to catch up with his brother in silent agreement, until he caught the next part. "Kind of makes you wish the Heir of Slytherin would go after him, pureblood or not."
"Oi!" The shout of indignation was out of his mouth before he'd even fully taken a threatening step forward, a scowl now in place. "You take that back."
Both boys turned in shock, then looked at each other in confusion when they saw who it was. The shorter of the two gave an uneasy smile and demanded, "what? I thought you'd agree? I've seen him telling you off just as much, he's a right prat."
"Yes, but he's our prat," George spat, nearly startling Fred as much as the other two boys, but he hid his reaction well and crossed his arms in agreement, managing to place his hand closer to his wand.
Despite their clear shock, neither of the twins wavered. It was one thing for them to mess around with their brother, it was another all together for anyone to be casually throwing around that sort of insult. These two were probably of those same blighters who'd been saying Harry was the Heir anyways, ridiculous if you even spoke to him. They were not just going to stand here and allow anyone to throw around that sort of insult about their brother.
They both hesitated a moment longer, and it was clear from their own features they were greatly debating whether it was worth the fight, before the Prefect in question showed up, a grim face appearing at once as he sized up the square off.
"Alright, move along, all of you. Come on, get to class," he said, shuffling his arms towards the two boys. Now outnumbered, the Ravenclaws made their leave, and Percy then turned accusing eyes on his younger brothers and demanded, "and what was all that?"
"Nothing Percy," George grinned at him with all the innocence in the world.