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Chapter 7:
Tunnels, Freckles, and Teachers
Fred crawled through the tunnel. It was smaller than he remembered…or maybe he was bigger. In any case, he had to hurry. He had given the signal seconds ago and now he was scurrying to the other side on his hands and knees.
The red head stumbled, cursing at the excess of cloth from his robe. Rubbing his newly dirty, scraped elbows, he tried to continue on his way. Time was ticking, but his unfortunate school attire tripped him up again.
"I do not have time for this!" The twin moaned quietly to himself. Angrily he discarded the hindrance and moved faster toward his destination.
It couldn't be much longer now. Years ago, the flight down this passage had taken maybe a minute to get from point A to point B. Silently he hoped he hadn't greatly overestimated.
Without warning, Fred's right hand, which he just reached forward, slipped half a meter into an opening many times that distance. A small yelp escaped him as his wrists scraped against the dirty covered stone of the ledge's surface and his chest hit the edge with brunt force of being knock off balance.
After a second of pure profanity, Fred turned and lowered himself into the standing area. The ceiling was now 4 meters from his floor giving him considerable room to stand in. The ledge behind him was a meter down from the ceiling. Fred glanced over to the wall behind him. He smiled quickly when he saw the carved hand holes that lead back up to the tunnel. Quickly he leaped to the door at the other side of the box room. The statue was harder to push open than he remembered. Nevertheless, Fred shoved the door open.
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The stale air of cleanliness hit Fred's nose as soon as the door was even halfway open. In a moment, he knew exactly where he was…again.
The Hospital Wing was lighted as well as the hallways. The almost burnt out torches gave the same air of impending doom. Carefully and slowly, the young Weasley made his way to the large now seemingly off-white room.
"Wh..who's th..there?"
Fred's head snapped to his right. A fear surged up in chest, but quickly subsided.
"Adorabelle?"
"Wh..what..d..do you..wa..want?"
"It's me," Fred replied walking quietly over to the white bed where he had left her that evening.
"Fred?" She asked with a questioning look. "H..how did you g..get here?"
"I don't really know." He shrugged and squatted by her. "It's all very strange."
"Ev..everything u..usually is in th..this place." She stuttered with a smile.
Fred smiled back. "Which reminds me, how are you doing?"
Adorabelle twisted the top of her bed sheet nervously. "I'm f..fine. Just a s..small coughing f..fit. I sh..should be out of h..here in a few days. Madame Pomfrey just wa..wanted to make s..sure I'm okay."
"That's good." Fred nodded. "Listen, I want to apologize. I didn't know that joking around would have that kind of effect."
"N..no," Adorabelle shook her head. "I li..like your jokes. It's been forever since I've la..laugh. Besides I'm f..fine now."
"Good, 'cause I'd hate to be in trouble." Fred quipped with a smile. "Well, trouble that I didn't mean to be in. That's no fun." She giggled. Fred shook his head. "It's not hard to make you laugh is it."
"Don't make f..fun of the s..sickly, Mr. Weas..Weasley." Adorabelle chuckled.
"Which reminds again," The red head replied. "How did you know I was Fred? It could have been George coming through the passage."
"You have a f..freckle below your left ear. George doesn't." The first-year explained.
The twin stood up quickly and walked over to a mirror hanging on the adjacent wall. Sure enough, the freckle was there. "Would you believe you're the first to notice that?"
"I'm good with details."
"Well, you realize we have to keep this a secret." Fred said as he continued to examine his jaw bone. "If this got out, George and I would lose our oldest practical joke." Adorabelle giggled into her hands. Fred turned to face her with a mock-stern expression.
"I'm glad you fine that funny. You're lucky I'm rather fond of you, I might have to kill you."
The small blonde giggled again. Fred turned back and grinned at the mirror. "You and your excessive giggling, Ada. What will I do with you?"
"Do you h..have anymore?" The small bedridden girl asked.
"Of what?"
"Jokes"
Fred spun around with a sarcastically offended face. "Are you insinuating that I, Fred Weasley, make jokes?" The girl giggled as Fred dramatically marched over to her bed in a huff. "I am always very serious, 24-7. I never dare try to be funny."
"You sound like Professor McGonagall." Adorabelle laughed.
Fred shook his head. "No, this is Professor McGonagall." He walked over to the foot of her bed and put his hands on his hips. With his nose high in the air, he began to pace back and forth with his chest out and his shoulders back. "First years follow me!" He said in a shrill, high pitched voice. "Five points from Hufflepuff! You there! Stop that! Detention!"
Adorabelle clapped softy and full out laughed. Fred's grin broadened across his face. "Guess who I am now," He said excitedly. The red head boy got down on his knees and waddled along the side of the bed so that she could see him. He clutched his imaginary wand and pronounced, in a equally as high pitched voice, "Swish and flick!" as he swung it back and forth in his air.
"Flitwick! Come on!" Adorabelle laughed. "Give me a hard one!"
"How about--"
The sudden creak of the large wooden door at the other end of the wing cut Fred's next impression short.
"Oh no!" Adorabelle whispered in panic. "Someone's coming!"
In Hogwarts, one who wished to become the top joker in the school had to possess certain abilities. One become an uncanny sense of humour. The other was extensive creativity. The final, and most important in this case, is quick thinking.
Like a panicked mouse, Fred flattened himself against the cold stone floor (being particularly easy because he was on his knees to begin with) and rolled under the occupied bed.
"Is everything alright?"
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"Mr. Weasley? Is everything alright?"
Fred looked up from his gaze on the hospital bed. It took him a minute to figure out where he was.
"What?"
"Mr. Weasley, you've been standing still for a good while. Is everything alright?" Madam Pomfrey asked with a concerned yet strict look on her face.
"Holy--" Fred exclaimed and ran at full force towards the exit.
"MR. WEASLEY!! What a filthy mouth!!"
The 18-year old rush through the crowded hallways, pushing through groups of young wizards and witches.
"Hey!"
"Watch it!"
Ignoring the angry calls, he turned the corner at top speed. He didn't know how long he'd been distracted by his memories, but had it been more than a few seconds (which the elderly nurse had eluded to) the whole joke could have been ruined.
"There he is!" An angry yet familiar voice called out over the hubbub of students. Fred stopped and sighed. He had in fact screwed up. Maybe George wouldn't be that mad….
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A/N- Review! Come on! You know you want to!!
Chapter 7:
Tunnels, Freckles, and Teachers
Fred crawled through the tunnel. It was smaller than he remembered…or maybe he was bigger. In any case, he had to hurry. He had given the signal seconds ago and now he was scurrying to the other side on his hands and knees.
The red head stumbled, cursing at the excess of cloth from his robe. Rubbing his newly dirty, scraped elbows, he tried to continue on his way. Time was ticking, but his unfortunate school attire tripped him up again.
"I do not have time for this!" The twin moaned quietly to himself. Angrily he discarded the hindrance and moved faster toward his destination.
It couldn't be much longer now. Years ago, the flight down this passage had taken maybe a minute to get from point A to point B. Silently he hoped he hadn't greatly overestimated.
Without warning, Fred's right hand, which he just reached forward, slipped half a meter into an opening many times that distance. A small yelp escaped him as his wrists scraped against the dirty covered stone of the ledge's surface and his chest hit the edge with brunt force of being knock off balance.
After a second of pure profanity, Fred turned and lowered himself into the standing area. The ceiling was now 4 meters from his floor giving him considerable room to stand in. The ledge behind him was a meter down from the ceiling. Fred glanced over to the wall behind him. He smiled quickly when he saw the carved hand holes that lead back up to the tunnel. Quickly he leaped to the door at the other side of the box room. The statue was harder to push open than he remembered. Nevertheless, Fred shoved the door open.
*_*_*_*_*_*_* flashback *_*_*_*_*_*_*
The stale air of cleanliness hit Fred's nose as soon as the door was even halfway open. In a moment, he knew exactly where he was…again.
The Hospital Wing was lighted as well as the hallways. The almost burnt out torches gave the same air of impending doom. Carefully and slowly, the young Weasley made his way to the large now seemingly off-white room.
"Wh..who's th..there?"
Fred's head snapped to his right. A fear surged up in chest, but quickly subsided.
"Adorabelle?"
"Wh..what..d..do you..wa..want?"
"It's me," Fred replied walking quietly over to the white bed where he had left her that evening.
"Fred?" She asked with a questioning look. "H..how did you g..get here?"
"I don't really know." He shrugged and squatted by her. "It's all very strange."
"Ev..everything u..usually is in th..this place." She stuttered with a smile.
Fred smiled back. "Which reminds me, how are you doing?"
Adorabelle twisted the top of her bed sheet nervously. "I'm f..fine. Just a s..small coughing f..fit. I sh..should be out of h..here in a few days. Madame Pomfrey just wa..wanted to make s..sure I'm okay."
"That's good." Fred nodded. "Listen, I want to apologize. I didn't know that joking around would have that kind of effect."
"N..no," Adorabelle shook her head. "I li..like your jokes. It's been forever since I've la..laugh. Besides I'm f..fine now."
"Good, 'cause I'd hate to be in trouble." Fred quipped with a smile. "Well, trouble that I didn't mean to be in. That's no fun." She giggled. Fred shook his head. "It's not hard to make you laugh is it."
"Don't make f..fun of the s..sickly, Mr. Weas..Weasley." Adorabelle chuckled.
"Which reminds again," The red head replied. "How did you know I was Fred? It could have been George coming through the passage."
"You have a f..freckle below your left ear. George doesn't." The first-year explained.
The twin stood up quickly and walked over to a mirror hanging on the adjacent wall. Sure enough, the freckle was there. "Would you believe you're the first to notice that?"
"I'm good with details."
"Well, you realize we have to keep this a secret." Fred said as he continued to examine his jaw bone. "If this got out, George and I would lose our oldest practical joke." Adorabelle giggled into her hands. Fred turned to face her with a mock-stern expression.
"I'm glad you fine that funny. You're lucky I'm rather fond of you, I might have to kill you."
The small blonde giggled again. Fred turned back and grinned at the mirror. "You and your excessive giggling, Ada. What will I do with you?"
"Do you h..have anymore?" The small bedridden girl asked.
"Of what?"
"Jokes"
Fred spun around with a sarcastically offended face. "Are you insinuating that I, Fred Weasley, make jokes?" The girl giggled as Fred dramatically marched over to her bed in a huff. "I am always very serious, 24-7. I never dare try to be funny."
"You sound like Professor McGonagall." Adorabelle laughed.
Fred shook his head. "No, this is Professor McGonagall." He walked over to the foot of her bed and put his hands on his hips. With his nose high in the air, he began to pace back and forth with his chest out and his shoulders back. "First years follow me!" He said in a shrill, high pitched voice. "Five points from Hufflepuff! You there! Stop that! Detention!"
Adorabelle clapped softy and full out laughed. Fred's grin broadened across his face. "Guess who I am now," He said excitedly. The red head boy got down on his knees and waddled along the side of the bed so that she could see him. He clutched his imaginary wand and pronounced, in a equally as high pitched voice, "Swish and flick!" as he swung it back and forth in his air.
"Flitwick! Come on!" Adorabelle laughed. "Give me a hard one!"
"How about--"
The sudden creak of the large wooden door at the other end of the wing cut Fred's next impression short.
"Oh no!" Adorabelle whispered in panic. "Someone's coming!"
In Hogwarts, one who wished to become the top joker in the school had to possess certain abilities. One become an uncanny sense of humour. The other was extensive creativity. The final, and most important in this case, is quick thinking.
Like a panicked mouse, Fred flattened himself against the cold stone floor (being particularly easy because he was on his knees to begin with) and rolled under the occupied bed.
"Is everything alright?"
*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*
"Mr. Weasley? Is everything alright?"
Fred looked up from his gaze on the hospital bed. It took him a minute to figure out where he was.
"What?"
"Mr. Weasley, you've been standing still for a good while. Is everything alright?" Madam Pomfrey asked with a concerned yet strict look on her face.
"Holy--" Fred exclaimed and ran at full force towards the exit.
"MR. WEASLEY!! What a filthy mouth!!"
The 18-year old rush through the crowded hallways, pushing through groups of young wizards and witches.
"Hey!"
"Watch it!"
Ignoring the angry calls, he turned the corner at top speed. He didn't know how long he'd been distracted by his memories, but had it been more than a few seconds (which the elderly nurse had eluded to) the whole joke could have been ruined.
"There he is!" An angry yet familiar voice called out over the hubbub of students. Fred stopped and sighed. He had in fact screwed up. Maybe George wouldn't be that mad….
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