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you many pounds of chocolate mousse... ^_^ (Hey, I had to come up with
something original.) Anywho, thanks to a recent review (not telling which
one; it'd spoil the surprise), I now know where this ficcy is going. But,
don't be surprised if I suddenly beg for help after a few chappys...
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Disclaimer: I don't own these characters! If my name was Joanne Kathleen Rowling, I'd own them. But it isn't!
It was 8:55, five minutes until the first class of the day. George Weasley leisurely stood up and stretched from the table he'd been at, copying his twin's homework. For his twin. Yes, George Frederick Weasley, twin of Frederick George Weasley (hehe), was doing his twin's homework.
A gesture of love? (Hacks) Or perhaps he just wanted to do something nice for his twin? Well, think what you may, but it was really neither. He was just testing a new experiment of his and his brother's. It was a quill that after a person wrote with it, it copied their handwriting, no matter who was writing with it. And there was also the fact that Fred didn't do his homework, but that's irrelevant, really...
He grabbed his books for Transfiguration and made his way out of the empty Common Room. He paused, startled, as he heard the hurried thumping of steps coming down the Girl's Dorm stairs.
When he looked back, he saw his brother's friend, Hermione Granger. She looked up and her eyes narrowed as she saw him.
"What in the world are you still in here for? McGonagall will have points for you being tardy," Hermione said, grabbing her bag off of a table near her.
//How does she know my schedule?// George rolled his eyes. "Yes, she will, but Snape will be worse, hypocrite," he teased, grinning. //Same way I know her's, I guess.//
"True, but I had a good reason to be in here. I'm sure you didn't." Hermione quickly made her way to the door, overly worried about being late.
"Ah, but I do believe I was in here for an extremely good reason," George said, confidently. "For my own twin needed someone to do his... carelessly forgotten homework." He winked at Hermione as they stepped out into the hallway together.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Oh, and with you doing it, I'm sure his grade will be lowered two letter grades..."
George feigned shock. "Well, Miss Granger! I am hurt! Surely you are NOT suggesting that my twin, though surely intelligent, is smarter than yours truly?"
Hermione shook her head, annoyed. "All I am suggesting, George, is that we are both late for class and, as my class is down in the dungeons, I need to get moving."
"But of course, milady..." George bowed deeply and extravagantly gestured towards the staircase.
"I would escort you to the doors of Hades, but, as I'm sure you know, I also am on my way to Hell, though I am the lucky one." He grinned and started walking towards the Transfiguration room. "For, instead of Hades, I only have to deal with Persephone*..." He waved and carried on, without looking back.
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Though Hermione hurried through the halls of Hogwarts, she still didn't make it in time. She was five minutes late, and though she had prayed for Snape to have caught a terrible cold last night so that they'd have a sub, there Snape was, standing at the front of the classroom, glaring at her.
"Why, Miss Granger, how pleased we are that you've decided to grace us with your presence." "Sorry, sir." "Sorry doesn't make up for it. You've still interrupted our class. 15 points from Gryffindor. Take care it doesn't happen again." Hermione knew better than to argue with him, so she just nodded and took her seat.
She sat down beside Ron and Harry. Looking down at Ron's notes to see what they had been told about so far, she saw no actual writing. What there was was a drawn picture of a vulture wearing Hogwarts robes with long black hair. It was looking at the class (who were all stick figures) and licking its lips. Hermione stifled her laughter.
Ron turned toward her and saw her looking at his picture with a grin on her face. He smiled and wrote 'Snape is a wonderful model. I'm convinced he modeled for Picasso a lot.'
Hermione held back a giggle and wrote 'It looks just like him. You should take up art.' Ron shrugged, but wrote nothing back.
After class, Hermione asked for the picture. "It's great. You'd make a wonderful cartoonist." Ron looked at her, confused, while Harry cleared his throat and looked away.
"A ca-wha-ist?" Ron asked. Hermione looked exasperated. "A cartoonist. It's where you draw a bunch of little pictures that make up a story, which is usually funny."
"Oh, wow. Serious job that must be," Ron said sarcastically. "I wasn't saying you should be one," defended Hermione. "I just said that your idiotic humor mixed with your talent at drawing is an interesting combination."
"Oy! Hermione! Was Hell fun?" came a voice behind them. The three turned around too see George Weasley walking towards them with a grin on his face. "I'm sure I had as much fun as you did," Hermione answered dryly.
George's grin grew wider. "Then you must have had a splendid time!" He joined up with them as they continued walking, ignoring Ron's glare. "Fred, Lee and I only lost 25 points. A record, that is."
Hermione shook her head. "I'm sure McGonagall was happy to see you walking in late." "Of course she was! Just weeped in happiness that I had made it!" George joked dramatically. "Actually, that's what five of the points were for."
Hermione turned towards him. "Only five? What exactly were the other twenty for?" "Ummmm...." George shifted under Hermione's glare. "Well, she didn't seem exactly happy when her hat started singing songs from 'The Phantom of The Opera'... She must not be a fan of classic musicals..."
Hermione shook her head and stayed silent for a moment, then said, "You know Phantom of The Opera?" George feigned shock. "Why Miss Granger, are you suggesting that I failed Muggle Studies? Well, I am HURT!" Hermione rolled her eyes. "De ja vu..."
George grinned and started to say something, but stopped when he glanced at the look on Ron's face. "Erm, I've gotta go. Gotta find Fred and Lee. So much plotting, so little time." He waved and went down the hall, leaving the three staring after him.
Ron turned to Hermione angrily. "You two certainly seemed friendly. As far as I know, you two've never had an actual conversation in your lives. What's with that?" Hermione looked at him strangely. "I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about, Ron. But I do know that I need to go to the library to read up on that potion we are learning about. I was much too distracted by a certain picture to listen very well."
Hermione tossed her hair haughtily and made her way to the library.
"Ummm... Harry? What just happened?" Ron asked, staring after her. Harry just looked at Ron sympathetically and they kept walking.
DUN DUN DUN...... Um, yeah, R/R please. It gives me inspiration to write faster! I'd write something clever or witty.. But I can't think of anything like that. ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters! If my name was Joanne Kathleen Rowling, I'd own them. But it isn't!
It was 8:55, five minutes until the first class of the day. George Weasley leisurely stood up and stretched from the table he'd been at, copying his twin's homework. For his twin. Yes, George Frederick Weasley, twin of Frederick George Weasley (hehe), was doing his twin's homework.
A gesture of love? (Hacks) Or perhaps he just wanted to do something nice for his twin? Well, think what you may, but it was really neither. He was just testing a new experiment of his and his brother's. It was a quill that after a person wrote with it, it copied their handwriting, no matter who was writing with it. And there was also the fact that Fred didn't do his homework, but that's irrelevant, really...
He grabbed his books for Transfiguration and made his way out of the empty Common Room. He paused, startled, as he heard the hurried thumping of steps coming down the Girl's Dorm stairs.
When he looked back, he saw his brother's friend, Hermione Granger. She looked up and her eyes narrowed as she saw him.
"What in the world are you still in here for? McGonagall will have points for you being tardy," Hermione said, grabbing her bag off of a table near her.
//How does she know my schedule?// George rolled his eyes. "Yes, she will, but Snape will be worse, hypocrite," he teased, grinning. //Same way I know her's, I guess.//
"True, but I had a good reason to be in here. I'm sure you didn't." Hermione quickly made her way to the door, overly worried about being late.
"Ah, but I do believe I was in here for an extremely good reason," George said, confidently. "For my own twin needed someone to do his... carelessly forgotten homework." He winked at Hermione as they stepped out into the hallway together.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Oh, and with you doing it, I'm sure his grade will be lowered two letter grades..."
George feigned shock. "Well, Miss Granger! I am hurt! Surely you are NOT suggesting that my twin, though surely intelligent, is smarter than yours truly?"
Hermione shook her head, annoyed. "All I am suggesting, George, is that we are both late for class and, as my class is down in the dungeons, I need to get moving."
"But of course, milady..." George bowed deeply and extravagantly gestured towards the staircase.
"I would escort you to the doors of Hades, but, as I'm sure you know, I also am on my way to Hell, though I am the lucky one." He grinned and started walking towards the Transfiguration room. "For, instead of Hades, I only have to deal with Persephone*..." He waved and carried on, without looking back.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Though Hermione hurried through the halls of Hogwarts, she still didn't make it in time. She was five minutes late, and though she had prayed for Snape to have caught a terrible cold last night so that they'd have a sub, there Snape was, standing at the front of the classroom, glaring at her.
"Why, Miss Granger, how pleased we are that you've decided to grace us with your presence." "Sorry, sir." "Sorry doesn't make up for it. You've still interrupted our class. 15 points from Gryffindor. Take care it doesn't happen again." Hermione knew better than to argue with him, so she just nodded and took her seat.
She sat down beside Ron and Harry. Looking down at Ron's notes to see what they had been told about so far, she saw no actual writing. What there was was a drawn picture of a vulture wearing Hogwarts robes with long black hair. It was looking at the class (who were all stick figures) and licking its lips. Hermione stifled her laughter.
Ron turned toward her and saw her looking at his picture with a grin on her face. He smiled and wrote 'Snape is a wonderful model. I'm convinced he modeled for Picasso a lot.'
Hermione held back a giggle and wrote 'It looks just like him. You should take up art.' Ron shrugged, but wrote nothing back.
After class, Hermione asked for the picture. "It's great. You'd make a wonderful cartoonist." Ron looked at her, confused, while Harry cleared his throat and looked away.
"A ca-wha-ist?" Ron asked. Hermione looked exasperated. "A cartoonist. It's where you draw a bunch of little pictures that make up a story, which is usually funny."
"Oh, wow. Serious job that must be," Ron said sarcastically. "I wasn't saying you should be one," defended Hermione. "I just said that your idiotic humor mixed with your talent at drawing is an interesting combination."
"Oy! Hermione! Was Hell fun?" came a voice behind them. The three turned around too see George Weasley walking towards them with a grin on his face. "I'm sure I had as much fun as you did," Hermione answered dryly.
George's grin grew wider. "Then you must have had a splendid time!" He joined up with them as they continued walking, ignoring Ron's glare. "Fred, Lee and I only lost 25 points. A record, that is."
Hermione shook her head. "I'm sure McGonagall was happy to see you walking in late." "Of course she was! Just weeped in happiness that I had made it!" George joked dramatically. "Actually, that's what five of the points were for."
Hermione turned towards him. "Only five? What exactly were the other twenty for?" "Ummmm...." George shifted under Hermione's glare. "Well, she didn't seem exactly happy when her hat started singing songs from 'The Phantom of The Opera'... She must not be a fan of classic musicals..."
Hermione shook her head and stayed silent for a moment, then said, "You know Phantom of The Opera?" George feigned shock. "Why Miss Granger, are you suggesting that I failed Muggle Studies? Well, I am HURT!" Hermione rolled her eyes. "De ja vu..."
George grinned and started to say something, but stopped when he glanced at the look on Ron's face. "Erm, I've gotta go. Gotta find Fred and Lee. So much plotting, so little time." He waved and went down the hall, leaving the three staring after him.
Ron turned to Hermione angrily. "You two certainly seemed friendly. As far as I know, you two've never had an actual conversation in your lives. What's with that?" Hermione looked at him strangely. "I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about, Ron. But I do know that I need to go to the library to read up on that potion we are learning about. I was much too distracted by a certain picture to listen very well."
Hermione tossed her hair haughtily and made her way to the library.
"Ummm... Harry? What just happened?" Ron asked, staring after her. Harry just looked at Ron sympathetically and they kept walking.
DUN DUN DUN...... Um, yeah, R/R please. It gives me inspiration to write faster! I'd write something clever or witty.. But I can't think of anything like that. ^_^