By the time they made it to lunch after attending an uneventful Herbology lesson the whole school knew what had happened in that morning's transfiguration lesson. Everyone wanted to know if it was true that Hermione was an Animagus and the young girl had taken great joy in in showing them all her kitten form, preening, and purring under all the attention. It turned out kitten Hermione loved cuddles she had spent most of the lunch hour been passed from student to student, mainly girls who tickled her stomach; cooing over how adorable she was.
Fred had also been well behaved, throughout Herbology but sitting at the Gryffindor table between George and Ron was boring. All the teenagers around him were deep in conversation with each other and Hermione was in her kitten form further down the table, her tiny paw batting at a piece of string Ginny was holding above her head.
Fred had already finished his lunch and he wanted something fun to do. He let his eyes scan round his surroundings hoping to find something to entertain himself with. Fred's eyes settled upon a familiar looking box sticking out of a Ravenclaw boy's bag. The box was purple, and he'd recognise the logo on it anywhere, it was a Zonko's product. Fred carefully slipped off the bench and slyly moved to the Ravenclaw table which he ducked under quickly, crawling along the floor until he reached his target.
Fred carefully pulled the box out of the boy's bag, grinning to himself as he sat on his bottom underneath the blue and bronze table; Fireworks were sure to be entertaining. Fred carefully pulled the box open, inside was a large roll of at least one hundred explosives; every one of which was a different shape or colour, some had moving images depicting animals and creatures' others depicted swirling formations. Along with the roll of fireworks there was a diagram which showed Fred how to use them, Fred looked at the image for a full minute before nodding to himself; it looked easy enough to use and surly everyone in the hall would enjoy a brilliant display before lunch was over.
Fred slowly and carefully began to unravel the roll, like a cat with a ball of yarn he batted it this way and that, navigating his way through the students legs first of those at the Ravenclaw table and then through those at the Slytherin table. Fred then made his way under the staff table carful to avoid detection. Fred carefully made his way from Professor Snape who sat closest to his Slytherins to Hagrid who sat in a gigantic chair at the other end of the staff table. Careful to avoid detection he ducked under the Hufflepuff table batting the increasingly smaller roll from one end to the other. Finally, Fred ducked under the Gryffindor table where he did the same.
Once all the fireworks were unrolled; Fred pulled a red cored out of the end of the roll; quickly crawling back to where Harry and George were seated. Fred ducked out from under the table retaking his seat between the two.
"Where did you go, Freddie," George asked him, a large smile on his face. Fred found it weird how similar cousin George looked to his twin; maybe that was why his mum had named George after him.
"I was looking for more sandwiches," Fred lied.
"There's some right in front of you," George told him, pulling a plate of sandwiches towards them from the other side of the table.
"Oh, yeah," Fred replied.
BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
The Great Hall was filled with explosions as a chain reaction of fireworks exploded around them. Students screamed as their tables exploded, food going in every direction. Colourful centaurs and unicorns galloped while magnificent dragons flapped their wings, fire blowing out of their mouths. Catherine Wheels cartwheel through the room and trails of dancing sparking stars twirled below the enchanted ceiling.
At the sudden sounds, Hermione who was still in her cat form, on Ginny's lap hissed, her back arched, fur bristled, her ears flat, her claws digging into the red head girls' thighs.
"OW, HERMIONE," Ginny yelled above the noise. Fred watched everything happen around him with a manic grin on his face; George at his side looked down at him with horror written across his face.
"Freddie what did you do," the older boy asked him, Fred looked to his right and couldn't help laughing. George had a bowl of mashed potatoes upturned on his head. Fred, laughed, and laughed and laughed some more. Fred laughed so much he fell out of his seat landing on his bottom between the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw tables.
"I-I- I set off fire-works," he gasped out between laughter.
"FREDERIC GIDEON WEASLEY," his mother's voice shouted, and Fred palled.
"Oh no," he whispered staring in horror at the woman approaching him.