The Misadventures of Fred and George: Quidditch Practise Mayhem
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Dis: No, I don't Harry Potter.
A/N: Welcome to my ummm new series! Yes, this one will follow through...I hope! Anyway, I know it's short, but enjoy! And no, it's not REALLY funny, but my friend thought so!
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"Hurry up!"
"Go away...I don't have to do any chores today Mum..." Came the muffled and tired reply from George...or Fred. "No, it's his turn, not mine." Came the second, as the Weasley twins continued to sleep on. "You bloody gits! Quidditch practise, now!" Oliver finally broke, waking up the whole dormitory. Everyone woke with a sudden jolt, as though the castle was collapsing. "Okay, okay..." The twins muttered together, climbing out of their four-poster beds.
"God...Did you wake us up early enough? It's only us down here!" George complained, looking around the empty Great Hall. He was right, only the players on the Gryffindor Quidditch team were wide awake and eating breakfast. "Yeah Oliver! So much for a weekend sleep in!" Katie added, picking at her bacon tiredly. Oliver shot them a sharp look. "Listen, we HAVE to beat Slytherin! Don't you care if you don't practise?" Oliver protested, watching over them all like a hawk. "Of course we do...Just not that much." Fred answered, yawning.
"Right, since you're all AWAKE now...This is the plan. Right, you two will take..." But as Oliver droned on and on, the team seemed to fall asleep again. "Last thing's last, make sure you bloody well take care of your broomsticks!" Oliver suddenly shouted, breaking the team from their naps. He pointed at the team's broomsticks roughly. Fred and George sighed. "I know, you've told us to 'love' our broomsticks. Sounds weird to me." George butted in, shaking his head. Fred suddenly laughed.
"Yeah, how can we 'love' our broomsticks...I mean it's a little hard to-"
"That's enough!"
Everyone seemed pleased to be out flying in the cold air. It was a lot better than Oliver's speech. No one was actually following Oliver's plan, but he seemed pleased with them. "Hey! Katie!" Fred called with a laugh, hitting a Bludger towards her, making her slip off her broom. "FRED!!" Oliver roared as he swooped under her and caught her on his broom. Katie giggled and winked up at Fred before kissing Oliver and climbing back onto her broomstick and taking off again.
"You gits!!!" Another one of Oliver's annoyed roars filled the Quidditch pitch. Fred and George had been doing nothing but causing chaos all practise. Now they were letting of sparks from their wands, one of them almost setting fire to Harry's hair. "Okay Oliver, we'll stop." George smiled innocently, as they both put their wands back into their sleeves. "Good." Oliver hissed, flying back up to the goal posts again, but the team broke out in laughter, much to Oliver's annoyment. "What?!"
"You've got-got pink hair!" Alicia cried with laughter.
This was all too much for Oliver, after making the twins change his hair back to it's normal colour, he made sure that their wands were locked away in the change rooms. Fred and George had other plans though, much to Oliver's hate..."FRED AND GEORGE YOU.......!!!!!!"
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A/N: What did ya think? Reveiwies please!
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Dis: No, I don't Harry Potter.
A/N: Welcome to my ummm new series! Yes, this one will follow through...I hope! Anyway, I know it's short, but enjoy! And no, it's not REALLY funny, but my friend thought so!
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"Hurry up!"
"Go away...I don't have to do any chores today Mum..." Came the muffled and tired reply from George...or Fred. "No, it's his turn, not mine." Came the second, as the Weasley twins continued to sleep on. "You bloody gits! Quidditch practise, now!" Oliver finally broke, waking up the whole dormitory. Everyone woke with a sudden jolt, as though the castle was collapsing. "Okay, okay..." The twins muttered together, climbing out of their four-poster beds.
"God...Did you wake us up early enough? It's only us down here!" George complained, looking around the empty Great Hall. He was right, only the players on the Gryffindor Quidditch team were wide awake and eating breakfast. "Yeah Oliver! So much for a weekend sleep in!" Katie added, picking at her bacon tiredly. Oliver shot them a sharp look. "Listen, we HAVE to beat Slytherin! Don't you care if you don't practise?" Oliver protested, watching over them all like a hawk. "Of course we do...Just not that much." Fred answered, yawning.
"Right, since you're all AWAKE now...This is the plan. Right, you two will take..." But as Oliver droned on and on, the team seemed to fall asleep again. "Last thing's last, make sure you bloody well take care of your broomsticks!" Oliver suddenly shouted, breaking the team from their naps. He pointed at the team's broomsticks roughly. Fred and George sighed. "I know, you've told us to 'love' our broomsticks. Sounds weird to me." George butted in, shaking his head. Fred suddenly laughed.
"Yeah, how can we 'love' our broomsticks...I mean it's a little hard to-"
"That's enough!"
Everyone seemed pleased to be out flying in the cold air. It was a lot better than Oliver's speech. No one was actually following Oliver's plan, but he seemed pleased with them. "Hey! Katie!" Fred called with a laugh, hitting a Bludger towards her, making her slip off her broom. "FRED!!" Oliver roared as he swooped under her and caught her on his broom. Katie giggled and winked up at Fred before kissing Oliver and climbing back onto her broomstick and taking off again.
"You gits!!!" Another one of Oliver's annoyed roars filled the Quidditch pitch. Fred and George had been doing nothing but causing chaos all practise. Now they were letting of sparks from their wands, one of them almost setting fire to Harry's hair. "Okay Oliver, we'll stop." George smiled innocently, as they both put their wands back into their sleeves. "Good." Oliver hissed, flying back up to the goal posts again, but the team broke out in laughter, much to Oliver's annoyment. "What?!"
"You've got-got pink hair!" Alicia cried with laughter.
This was all too much for Oliver, after making the twins change his hair back to it's normal colour, he made sure that their wands were locked away in the change rooms. Fred and George had other plans though, much to Oliver's hate..."FRED AND GEORGE YOU.......!!!!!!"
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A/N: What did ya think? Reveiwies please!