Chapter 3: In Which Pranks Take an All Time High
"So, in order to pull this off, all we need is some wiggentree bark and dittany. Shouldn't be too hard. I'm pretty sure Snape has some in his Private Stores.." Said George.
It was already a week into the School year. Since the first day the Twins had managed to paint their house colors in the Slytherin Common Room, Fill Snape's office with Bertie Botts Beans, and get several detentions for it.
Heads bent over the Best Pranks Ever, and the scratching of pen on parchment was the only sound to be heard in the Gryffindor Common Room. Ryly was reading her book of Quidditch Through The Ages, Wood was pointing his wand at various figures on a Quidditch field model, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione were working on their Transfiguration Essays. It was a very calm, normal, scene to the casual observer.
Stretching, Wood announced, "I have it! We'll have the Chasers form a Hawkshead Attacking Formation, and then the Beaters will protect them by doing a Dopplebeater Defense! The Chasers from Ravenclaw will be forced to back off a bit after seeing the beaters on both sides of 'em! My wonderful little Seeker, here, will stay high above the playing field watching out for the Snitch!" he sat back looking very smug.
"Uh huh. What happens when the Ravenclaw Chasers come in through the back and steal the Quaffle? You don't have four beaters for a four wall protection system." Pointed out Ryly.
Eyes narrowing, Wood growled, "Yeah, but I'm counting on the fact that they will be too stupid to notice."
"And if they are, what about the other Quaffle?"
Wood said nothing but glared daggers at her and turned back to his Quidditch play board. Ryly shrugged and turned to the twins. "What are you two scheming up this time?"
"Nothing,"
"That hurts! Why on earth would you ever suspect us of scheming?"
"I am deeply offended!" was the general reply. Ron snorted and Fred glared at him. (A/N Lots of glaring, no?)
"I'm going to ask one more time, just for the heck of it. Now, what are you scheming?" Ryly asked, again.
Grinning, George said, "Switching all of Snape's potion ingredients for something..else."
Nodding, Fred added, "Harry, can we borrow your Invisibility Cloak? We might want to scare the pants off some Slytherins along the way."
Harry, without looking up from his essay, nodded. "Would you try not to get red paint on it? I had to use a lot of Magical Mess Remover to get it out."
"No problem. Ryly, want to come with us? We'll need someone for the distraction.and, well,"
Ryly laughed and said, "Will you guys never admit that you need help with a prank?"
Fred and George opened their mouths to object but she held up her hand. "Never mind. I don't want to know."
Shrugging, the twins got up to leave.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~In the Corridor~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Ouch! That was my foot!"
"Fred! You're knocking the Cloak sideways!"
"Ryly, don't spill the Clabbert eggs!"
"I'm not! George..!"
"OW! Who put that suit of armor right there?!"
The voices split the usually silent corridor. Fred, George, and Ryly were all under the Invisibility Cloak, trying to be quiet, but not quite succeeding.
Who's there? I know I heard voices." came a new, unforgettable male voice.
"Filch!" hissed Fred. "Quick.." He shoved them all into a small secret passage behind the armor.
Filch appeared in his usual tattered, too small, dirty, gray robe. "Ah ha!" He kneeled beside the armor and picked up a small item; barely distinguishable by the light of his torch. It was a Clabbert egg. Looking up, Filch scanned the room. "Must have been Peeves." he muttered. He put the egg in his pocket and left the hall, still muttering.
"Woo." Breathed Ryly, "I didn't realize I was holding my breath!"
"Come on, we've got to get to Snape's office. Ryly, you know what to do?"
"Yeah."
"Then let's do it!"
Fred and George slipped off to Snape's office, leaving Ryly visible in the hallway. She tiptoed off down the corridor to the Potions room. Snape was just gathering up his things when she entered.
"Professor? Could I have a moment of your time?"
"No. I'm ready to leave. If you wanted to speak to me, you should have waited till after class. 5 points from Gryffindor for being out and about when you should have been in your common room."
"But."
"No. Don't make me take 50 pts for delaying me!" He started to walk out the doorway.
"Wait! I.uh.wanted to tell you that, that, umm.Malfoy got a picture of you in your boxer shorts!"
Snape froze. His face turned green, then the color of sour milk. "What did you say?"
"Uh.yeah! Boxer shorts, while dancing and singing to Alan Jackson's Drive! He said he would have his dad post it in the Daily Prophet. I thought you might want to know."
Snape didn't look so calm, cool, and collected anymore. In fact, he looked down right scared. "How did he know about that?" he whispered. Then shaking his head he snapped, "Go to your common room Miss Wulfe. Don't breathe a word of this to anyone! Good night!" Snape then swept out of the room.
As soon as he was out of sight, she burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?" asked Fred when they appeared in the doorway.
Still giggling madly, she told them what had just happened. Pretty soon, they were all laughing. They laughed so hard, that they missed the stairwell to Gryffindor Common Room. Without knowing, they slipped into a passage that had appeared. A dark, cloaked figure followed.
"Wait, where are we?" asked George once he had recovered his senses.
"Don't know. Some sort of secret room?" Answered Fred, looking around.
"You mean one that we've never discovered before? Cool!"
A sound, much like footsteps, was suddenly heard. "What was that?" asked Ryly, looking very frightened. Everyone whirled around when the sound was heard again.
Swish. Thump. Swish. Thump.
Someone screamed. There was the sound of bones crunching.
Ryly, Fred, and George screamed and ran out of the room in sheer terror.
A roaring echoed in their ears as they left. Feet pounding, they ran all the way back to their common room.
They weren't supposed to be in there. Said the voice.
I..I..I'm sorry my Lord. I don't know how they found it.
Because I'm in a good mood, I'll let you live.
Thank you, my Lord! Your Lordship is too kind!
Crucio! The first voice snapped.
As the second person screamed in agony, cold, uncaring, maniacal laughter filled the room.
A/N Ooo! A cliffhanger! So, do you guys like it, hate it? I can't make it better or worse without you telling me! So be kind, and click on that little review button on the bottom of your screen. Flames will be read and calculated on their worth. Changes might be made if you think it could be better! So tell me! :-)
BTW, Chapter 4 should be here by Friday. No later than that, I promise!
"So, in order to pull this off, all we need is some wiggentree bark and dittany. Shouldn't be too hard. I'm pretty sure Snape has some in his Private Stores.." Said George.
It was already a week into the School year. Since the first day the Twins had managed to paint their house colors in the Slytherin Common Room, Fill Snape's office with Bertie Botts Beans, and get several detentions for it.
Heads bent over the Best Pranks Ever, and the scratching of pen on parchment was the only sound to be heard in the Gryffindor Common Room. Ryly was reading her book of Quidditch Through The Ages, Wood was pointing his wand at various figures on a Quidditch field model, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione were working on their Transfiguration Essays. It was a very calm, normal, scene to the casual observer.
Stretching, Wood announced, "I have it! We'll have the Chasers form a Hawkshead Attacking Formation, and then the Beaters will protect them by doing a Dopplebeater Defense! The Chasers from Ravenclaw will be forced to back off a bit after seeing the beaters on both sides of 'em! My wonderful little Seeker, here, will stay high above the playing field watching out for the Snitch!" he sat back looking very smug.
"Uh huh. What happens when the Ravenclaw Chasers come in through the back and steal the Quaffle? You don't have four beaters for a four wall protection system." Pointed out Ryly.
Eyes narrowing, Wood growled, "Yeah, but I'm counting on the fact that they will be too stupid to notice."
"And if they are, what about the other Quaffle?"
Wood said nothing but glared daggers at her and turned back to his Quidditch play board. Ryly shrugged and turned to the twins. "What are you two scheming up this time?"
"Nothing,"
"That hurts! Why on earth would you ever suspect us of scheming?"
"I am deeply offended!" was the general reply. Ron snorted and Fred glared at him. (A/N Lots of glaring, no?)
"I'm going to ask one more time, just for the heck of it. Now, what are you scheming?" Ryly asked, again.
Grinning, George said, "Switching all of Snape's potion ingredients for something..else."
Nodding, Fred added, "Harry, can we borrow your Invisibility Cloak? We might want to scare the pants off some Slytherins along the way."
Harry, without looking up from his essay, nodded. "Would you try not to get red paint on it? I had to use a lot of Magical Mess Remover to get it out."
"No problem. Ryly, want to come with us? We'll need someone for the distraction.and, well,"
Ryly laughed and said, "Will you guys never admit that you need help with a prank?"
Fred and George opened their mouths to object but she held up her hand. "Never mind. I don't want to know."
Shrugging, the twins got up to leave.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~In the Corridor~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Ouch! That was my foot!"
"Fred! You're knocking the Cloak sideways!"
"Ryly, don't spill the Clabbert eggs!"
"I'm not! George..!"
"OW! Who put that suit of armor right there?!"
The voices split the usually silent corridor. Fred, George, and Ryly were all under the Invisibility Cloak, trying to be quiet, but not quite succeeding.
Who's there? I know I heard voices." came a new, unforgettable male voice.
"Filch!" hissed Fred. "Quick.." He shoved them all into a small secret passage behind the armor.
Filch appeared in his usual tattered, too small, dirty, gray robe. "Ah ha!" He kneeled beside the armor and picked up a small item; barely distinguishable by the light of his torch. It was a Clabbert egg. Looking up, Filch scanned the room. "Must have been Peeves." he muttered. He put the egg in his pocket and left the hall, still muttering.
"Woo." Breathed Ryly, "I didn't realize I was holding my breath!"
"Come on, we've got to get to Snape's office. Ryly, you know what to do?"
"Yeah."
"Then let's do it!"
Fred and George slipped off to Snape's office, leaving Ryly visible in the hallway. She tiptoed off down the corridor to the Potions room. Snape was just gathering up his things when she entered.
"Professor? Could I have a moment of your time?"
"No. I'm ready to leave. If you wanted to speak to me, you should have waited till after class. 5 points from Gryffindor for being out and about when you should have been in your common room."
"But."
"No. Don't make me take 50 pts for delaying me!" He started to walk out the doorway.
"Wait! I.uh.wanted to tell you that, that, umm.Malfoy got a picture of you in your boxer shorts!"
Snape froze. His face turned green, then the color of sour milk. "What did you say?"
"Uh.yeah! Boxer shorts, while dancing and singing to Alan Jackson's Drive! He said he would have his dad post it in the Daily Prophet. I thought you might want to know."
Snape didn't look so calm, cool, and collected anymore. In fact, he looked down right scared. "How did he know about that?" he whispered. Then shaking his head he snapped, "Go to your common room Miss Wulfe. Don't breathe a word of this to anyone! Good night!" Snape then swept out of the room.
As soon as he was out of sight, she burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?" asked Fred when they appeared in the doorway.
Still giggling madly, she told them what had just happened. Pretty soon, they were all laughing. They laughed so hard, that they missed the stairwell to Gryffindor Common Room. Without knowing, they slipped into a passage that had appeared. A dark, cloaked figure followed.
"Wait, where are we?" asked George once he had recovered his senses.
"Don't know. Some sort of secret room?" Answered Fred, looking around.
"You mean one that we've never discovered before? Cool!"
A sound, much like footsteps, was suddenly heard. "What was that?" asked Ryly, looking very frightened. Everyone whirled around when the sound was heard again.
Swish. Thump. Swish. Thump.
Someone screamed. There was the sound of bones crunching.
Ryly, Fred, and George screamed and ran out of the room in sheer terror.
A roaring echoed in their ears as they left. Feet pounding, they ran all the way back to their common room.
They weren't supposed to be in there. Said the voice.
I..I..I'm sorry my Lord. I don't know how they found it.
Because I'm in a good mood, I'll let you live.
Thank you, my Lord! Your Lordship is too kind!
Crucio! The first voice snapped.
As the second person screamed in agony, cold, uncaring, maniacal laughter filled the room.
A/N Ooo! A cliffhanger! So, do you guys like it, hate it? I can't make it better or worse without you telling me! So be kind, and click on that little review button on the bottom of your screen. Flames will be read and calculated on their worth. Changes might be made if you think it could be better! So tell me! :-)
BTW, Chapter 4 should be here by Friday. No later than that, I promise!