A/N- Yay! New Chapter!! Two things I want to get straight. This is rated PG
just as a precaution. This story is not really romantic. It just didn't fit
in any other categories. I'll try to make flashbacks painfully obvious, but
if you have any questions put it in a review.
Chapter 1:
Empty Classrooms and non-existent dungbombs
"The map says it's there, George," Fred whispered quickly. "We just need to get back there."
"That's my point," George answered. "We don't know how. The Marauder's don't even know how. It's useless to dwell on it. We can't get back there."
"Are you hearin' yourself?" Fred replied a frustrated look. "Don't! Can't! Useless! We can do anything with this." He shook the parchment at his twin brother. "We just need to think a little bit,"
Usually George didn't need this much convincing to pull a prank. He silently hoped to himself that his brother would heed his words. This was a prank to end all pranks, if only he could see that. It was worth the work.
"Come on, little brother." The 12-year-old Fred flashed an encouraged smile. "Please? I won't do this without you."
George hesitated. He stared a moment at his brother. "Only if you promise never to call me 'little brother' again."
"Yes!" Fred whooped. The cry filled the empty classroom, echoing off the stone walls. Fred quickly went quiet again. "Okay, So here's what we know. Professor Flitwick has some sort of room behind his classroom. Perfect for dungbomb and fireworks placement. Problem is we don't how to get into it. I tried 'Alohomora' this morning and----"
"Wait, I thought you said you wouldn't do this without me." George interrupted with a confused look. Fred cleared his throat irritated. "Alright, continue." George sighed. "But I don't know why you're recapping. I already know all this."
"For the sake of brainstorming." Fred answered. "Now if 'Alohomora' doesn't work, there has got to be a password or something, maybe a special key we can swipe."
"I'd go for the first one. He is the charms teacher after all." George said thoughtfully.
"I know how you can get in."
The two red heads twisted quickly to see where (or whom or even what) the small voice had come from. A small blonde girl stood behind them, hands together in front of her. She glanced down at the ground every few moments, showing her obvious insecurity.
"How much of that did you hear?" George demanded walking quickly over to her, blocking her view of the Marauder's map.
"Yeah," Fred added turning to hurriedly tucked the map back into his robe. Once it was secure in his pocket, he ran over to his brother and the newly noticed stranger. The sudden closeness of the two boys made the already fairly intimated girl even more so.
"Nothing," She answered quickly. "Just that you wanted to get into Professor Flitwick's storage room."
"And you know the way to get in?" George crossed his arms over his chest.
"Ye..yes" She stuttered. "There's a lever in one of his books."
"How do you know?" George asked skeptically.
"I was…was getting help on a spell. I'm not very good at..at charms. I…I got there too early and saw..saw him use it." She answered avoiding eye contact with either of the boys.
Both twins simultaneously raised an eyebrow at her. The motion made her stifle a smile and look down at the ground.
"What?" George asked noticing her slight grin.
"So you're the Weasley twins?"
"Last time we checked, we were."
"Did you really throw water balloons on Peeves last year?" She asked hesitantly.
Fred looked at George and smiled. His twin gave him an identical grin. "What's your name?" Fred asked.
"Adorabelle," She answered. "Adorabelle Rose"
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"Where are the dungbombs?"
"Hm?" Fred glanced up at where he was. His feet had taken him back to Honeydukes. He had apparently been so lost in thought he hadn't noticed.
"Dungbombs?" George repeated crossing his arms over his chest. "You were supposed to get dungbombs and I don't see any dungbombs." He motioned to his brother's arms.
"Oh, right," Fred answered. He shifted his weight, trying to decide whether to tell his brother or not. He had known Ada, but they had never gotten that close. The small, shy girl never took to people easily…except for maybe Fred.
"Hell-o?" George waved his hand in front of his brother's face. "Earth to Fred?"
"Sorry," Fred answered. "They were…um…out…of dungbombs…so I came back."
George was silent looking suspiciously at his brother. Fred felt his glare and for the first time it made him uncomfortable. Suddenly he just wanted to go back to his dorm room and think.
"Okay," George replied slowly. "We'll just go get some more later."
"Right" Fred nodded and headed for the cellar door.
The younger twin watched his brother as he left. Something was wrong. He could sense it.
Chapter 1:
Empty Classrooms and non-existent dungbombs
"The map says it's there, George," Fred whispered quickly. "We just need to get back there."
"That's my point," George answered. "We don't know how. The Marauder's don't even know how. It's useless to dwell on it. We can't get back there."
"Are you hearin' yourself?" Fred replied a frustrated look. "Don't! Can't! Useless! We can do anything with this." He shook the parchment at his twin brother. "We just need to think a little bit,"
Usually George didn't need this much convincing to pull a prank. He silently hoped to himself that his brother would heed his words. This was a prank to end all pranks, if only he could see that. It was worth the work.
"Come on, little brother." The 12-year-old Fred flashed an encouraged smile. "Please? I won't do this without you."
George hesitated. He stared a moment at his brother. "Only if you promise never to call me 'little brother' again."
"Yes!" Fred whooped. The cry filled the empty classroom, echoing off the stone walls. Fred quickly went quiet again. "Okay, So here's what we know. Professor Flitwick has some sort of room behind his classroom. Perfect for dungbomb and fireworks placement. Problem is we don't how to get into it. I tried 'Alohomora' this morning and----"
"Wait, I thought you said you wouldn't do this without me." George interrupted with a confused look. Fred cleared his throat irritated. "Alright, continue." George sighed. "But I don't know why you're recapping. I already know all this."
"For the sake of brainstorming." Fred answered. "Now if 'Alohomora' doesn't work, there has got to be a password or something, maybe a special key we can swipe."
"I'd go for the first one. He is the charms teacher after all." George said thoughtfully.
"I know how you can get in."
The two red heads twisted quickly to see where (or whom or even what) the small voice had come from. A small blonde girl stood behind them, hands together in front of her. She glanced down at the ground every few moments, showing her obvious insecurity.
"How much of that did you hear?" George demanded walking quickly over to her, blocking her view of the Marauder's map.
"Yeah," Fred added turning to hurriedly tucked the map back into his robe. Once it was secure in his pocket, he ran over to his brother and the newly noticed stranger. The sudden closeness of the two boys made the already fairly intimated girl even more so.
"Nothing," She answered quickly. "Just that you wanted to get into Professor Flitwick's storage room."
"And you know the way to get in?" George crossed his arms over his chest.
"Ye..yes" She stuttered. "There's a lever in one of his books."
"How do you know?" George asked skeptically.
"I was…was getting help on a spell. I'm not very good at..at charms. I…I got there too early and saw..saw him use it." She answered avoiding eye contact with either of the boys.
Both twins simultaneously raised an eyebrow at her. The motion made her stifle a smile and look down at the ground.
"What?" George asked noticing her slight grin.
"So you're the Weasley twins?"
"Last time we checked, we were."
"Did you really throw water balloons on Peeves last year?" She asked hesitantly.
Fred looked at George and smiled. His twin gave him an identical grin. "What's your name?" Fred asked.
"Adorabelle," She answered. "Adorabelle Rose"
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"Where are the dungbombs?"
"Hm?" Fred glanced up at where he was. His feet had taken him back to Honeydukes. He had apparently been so lost in thought he hadn't noticed.
"Dungbombs?" George repeated crossing his arms over his chest. "You were supposed to get dungbombs and I don't see any dungbombs." He motioned to his brother's arms.
"Oh, right," Fred answered. He shifted his weight, trying to decide whether to tell his brother or not. He had known Ada, but they had never gotten that close. The small, shy girl never took to people easily…except for maybe Fred.
"Hell-o?" George waved his hand in front of his brother's face. "Earth to Fred?"
"Sorry," Fred answered. "They were…um…out…of dungbombs…so I came back."
George was silent looking suspiciously at his brother. Fred felt his glare and for the first time it made him uncomfortable. Suddenly he just wanted to go back to his dorm room and think.
"Okay," George replied slowly. "We'll just go get some more later."
"Right" Fred nodded and headed for the cellar door.
The younger twin watched his brother as he left. Something was wrong. He could sense it.