Chapter Eighteen: The Shortest Chapter EVER
"Only if you two help me perfect this idea for the Ultimate Prank I have, ok?" Fred said sheepishly, with a grin on his face. George flung himself on him, hugging him tightly as Fred shouted "Geroff me! Geroff me!" through his laughter. Leo just sat back on the couch opposite the finally happy twins, just smiling brightly at the two's horsing around. Suddenly, what Fred had said sunk in.
"What do you mean 'Ultimate Prank'?" Leo questioned shrewdly. "What do you have in mind that will surpass Operation Sticky Fingers?"
"Ah, so that's what that weird phrase stood for," Fred said. "Always thought it was some sexual thing." Leo gave him a look. "All right, all right," he said hastily, "The Ultimate Prank, first off, will secure George and my legacy at Hogwarts, this being our last year and all. Leo, you'll be the only one here to hold down the fort and train new recruits next year, but I have a feeling your pupils are going to turn out nicely."
"You're babbling, Gred," George pointed out. "Just get on with it."
"Whatever you say, Forge. Secondly, this prank is going to take lots of planning and has a fixed date. We can't do it earlier than planned; however, we can't do it later either."
"I'm seeing where this is going," Leo raised one corner of her mouth in a knowing smirk.
"Really? Let me in on it."
"Wait for it George, let the man finish the details."
"As I was saying, this will be big, this will be brilliant, and this will involve everyone. And I mean everyone, down to the teachers," Fred paused, thinking for a moment, "Which means we're going to have to prank ourselves."
"But what are we going to do?" asked George, or rather pleaded George.
"Does it have to do with The End of Term Feast, house elves, and more Canary Cremes than you can shake a stick at?" Leo guessed, grinning wickedly.
"Not quite," smiled Fred. "We'll have more than Canary Cremes up our sleeves, you can be sure of that."
A/N: Jobby! I have writer's block to the extreme! Sorry this chappie's so short, but I can't write anymore. My mind's drawing a blank when it comes to what to do between Spring term and the End-Of-The-Year feast. E-mail me at schizophrainia_n_blue@hotmail.com if you have any suggestions that will shake my mind out of its stupor. If you do, expect muchos kudos and your name inserted into the story. Love you all, and I apologize again!
"Only if you two help me perfect this idea for the Ultimate Prank I have, ok?" Fred said sheepishly, with a grin on his face. George flung himself on him, hugging him tightly as Fred shouted "Geroff me! Geroff me!" through his laughter. Leo just sat back on the couch opposite the finally happy twins, just smiling brightly at the two's horsing around. Suddenly, what Fred had said sunk in.
"What do you mean 'Ultimate Prank'?" Leo questioned shrewdly. "What do you have in mind that will surpass Operation Sticky Fingers?"
"Ah, so that's what that weird phrase stood for," Fred said. "Always thought it was some sexual thing." Leo gave him a look. "All right, all right," he said hastily, "The Ultimate Prank, first off, will secure George and my legacy at Hogwarts, this being our last year and all. Leo, you'll be the only one here to hold down the fort and train new recruits next year, but I have a feeling your pupils are going to turn out nicely."
"You're babbling, Gred," George pointed out. "Just get on with it."
"Whatever you say, Forge. Secondly, this prank is going to take lots of planning and has a fixed date. We can't do it earlier than planned; however, we can't do it later either."
"I'm seeing where this is going," Leo raised one corner of her mouth in a knowing smirk.
"Really? Let me in on it."
"Wait for it George, let the man finish the details."
"As I was saying, this will be big, this will be brilliant, and this will involve everyone. And I mean everyone, down to the teachers," Fred paused, thinking for a moment, "Which means we're going to have to prank ourselves."
"But what are we going to do?" asked George, or rather pleaded George.
"Does it have to do with The End of Term Feast, house elves, and more Canary Cremes than you can shake a stick at?" Leo guessed, grinning wickedly.
"Not quite," smiled Fred. "We'll have more than Canary Cremes up our sleeves, you can be sure of that."
A/N: Jobby! I have writer's block to the extreme! Sorry this chappie's so short, but I can't write anymore. My mind's drawing a blank when it comes to what to do between Spring term and the End-Of-The-Year feast. E-mail me at schizophrainia_n_blue@hotmail.com if you have any suggestions that will shake my mind out of its stupor. If you do, expect muchos kudos and your name inserted into the story. Love you all, and I apologize again!