Chapter 2: A Week Before That Day, Angels Want to Play, and OHMA?
"I've got it!" Fred yelled, at 4 o' clock in the morning.
George's eyes bolted open. "Argh! What is it Fred?" He was thoroughly annoyed by Fred's ramblings of new an idea for a prank. His hand searched for his wand. Unsuccessful, he turned over and closed his eyes.
"GEORGE! Wake up!" he heard his twin say in the most unsanctified voice.
George placed his hands over his ears. "For Christ's sake, Fred! What in bloody hell do you want? You've kept me up all night, all I want is some sleep!" He laid his head back, forgetting he was on the floor. After realizing he was lying on his wand he sat up, but with much difficulty from being tangled in sheets. He grabbed it and whispered, "Lumos."
The blue light filled the room. It eerily illuminated Fred's face, but George knew he looked just the same, except Fred had a look of wicked ingenious along with sleepiness on his face.
"Come on. Listen, George! This is important!" Fred looked around. "Quill. Dammit where's my quill?"
"It's in your hand, you half-wit," George said as he clambered back into bed.
"Ay! It was in my hand the whole time?" Fred asked. "Thanks."
George sat up knowing that he'd best listen to his brother. He yawned deeply. "What do you want?" He watched in annoyance and slight interest as Fred scribbled something onto a piece of parchment.
"Okay!" Fred announced just as George was about to nod off. "This is my idea. We'll get people like Harry, Ron and a bunch of others and we'll."
"GEORGE!" He could feel himself being shaken like an old rag doll. He lashed his arm out at whatever it was. He struck flesh and there was a loud yelp. "Aw, watcha do that for?" Fred screeched as George opened his eyes.
"Fred, please! Let me sleep!" George moaned. He turned in his bed to find a more comfortable position.
"Just listen! You know I'll forget it by morning!"
"Write it down! Or tell Lee about it."
"I have to tell you, you're my brother. Besides, I can't tell Lee, he'll-" Suddenly there was a sound coming Lee Jordan's direction. "Oh man, I told him not to eat that bean pie.."
"See, Fred!?" George said. "I wouldn't have to smell that if you'd left me alone."
"Fine, I'm sorry," Fred said giving up. "I'll tell you at breakfast."
George sighed in relief. "Thank you. Goodnight."
"'Night."
With that, George closed his eyes and let subconciousness take over.
***
In the morning, George arrived at breakfast twenty minutes late. His eyes were still heavy from last night. He slid into the first vacant seat adjacent to Harry.
"George!" Harry welcomed, patting him on his back. "Where've you been?"
"Are you alright, George?" asked a worried Ginny, who was across from Harry. "Your eyes are bloodshot!"
Fred appeared suddenly from nowhere to across from George. "Well, well, well. Look who's here!" he said. "I almost thought you weren't going to make it!" Fred's eyes were bright and full of happiness, unlike George who was feeling rather bitter at the moment.
George wondered how Fred, after staying up all night, seemed so energetic. Instead of pondering that further, he thought of the next best thing. He reached for the pitcher in front of him and poured coffee into his goblet. "There you go George! That ought to put some life back into ya!" Fred said recognizing what George was doing. This must be how he does it, George thought as the warm liquid fell down his throat reviving him. Too strong. He cleared his throat and turned his attention to Fred. "Did you tell them yet about your idea?" he asked. "Of course not, George. I said I would tell you first," Fred replied. "I have it all written out." He handed George a rolled up piece of parchment from out of his robe pocket. "Read it when you get the chance, will you?" "Ai! We'd best be heading off then, we only have but a few minutes until classes start," Hermione announced suddenly. She had been sitting on the other side of George. George unrolled the parchment Fred handed him. "Wow Fred, you must have put a lot of thought into this. It would be nice, though, if I could read this stuff you call English." Fred's handwriting was made even more illegible by being surrounded by scratches and drawings. George waited for a response from his brother, but none came. George looked up and Fred wasn't there. He wasn't amused, though, for that was very much Fred: to slip in and out of situations whenever he pleased. Suddenly, a thought grazed George's mind. Something important. His arms seemed very light. His books! He'd forgotten them in his room. He jumped from his chair and walked hurriedly out the Great Hall doors and down the corridor. While Fred's grand scheme was still vague to George he noticed something seemingly important on the lower half of the parchment. In clear, bold letters it read: Operation Humiliate Malfoy.Again!
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"I've got it!" Fred yelled, at 4 o' clock in the morning.
George's eyes bolted open. "Argh! What is it Fred?" He was thoroughly annoyed by Fred's ramblings of new an idea for a prank. His hand searched for his wand. Unsuccessful, he turned over and closed his eyes.
"GEORGE! Wake up!" he heard his twin say in the most unsanctified voice.
George placed his hands over his ears. "For Christ's sake, Fred! What in bloody hell do you want? You've kept me up all night, all I want is some sleep!" He laid his head back, forgetting he was on the floor. After realizing he was lying on his wand he sat up, but with much difficulty from being tangled in sheets. He grabbed it and whispered, "Lumos."
The blue light filled the room. It eerily illuminated Fred's face, but George knew he looked just the same, except Fred had a look of wicked ingenious along with sleepiness on his face.
"Come on. Listen, George! This is important!" Fred looked around. "Quill. Dammit where's my quill?"
"It's in your hand, you half-wit," George said as he clambered back into bed.
"Ay! It was in my hand the whole time?" Fred asked. "Thanks."
George sat up knowing that he'd best listen to his brother. He yawned deeply. "What do you want?" He watched in annoyance and slight interest as Fred scribbled something onto a piece of parchment.
"Okay!" Fred announced just as George was about to nod off. "This is my idea. We'll get people like Harry, Ron and a bunch of others and we'll."
"GEORGE!" He could feel himself being shaken like an old rag doll. He lashed his arm out at whatever it was. He struck flesh and there was a loud yelp. "Aw, watcha do that for?" Fred screeched as George opened his eyes.
"Fred, please! Let me sleep!" George moaned. He turned in his bed to find a more comfortable position.
"Just listen! You know I'll forget it by morning!"
"Write it down! Or tell Lee about it."
"I have to tell you, you're my brother. Besides, I can't tell Lee, he'll-" Suddenly there was a sound coming Lee Jordan's direction. "Oh man, I told him not to eat that bean pie.."
"See, Fred!?" George said. "I wouldn't have to smell that if you'd left me alone."
"Fine, I'm sorry," Fred said giving up. "I'll tell you at breakfast."
George sighed in relief. "Thank you. Goodnight."
"'Night."
With that, George closed his eyes and let subconciousness take over.
***
In the morning, George arrived at breakfast twenty minutes late. His eyes were still heavy from last night. He slid into the first vacant seat adjacent to Harry.
"George!" Harry welcomed, patting him on his back. "Where've you been?"
"Are you alright, George?" asked a worried Ginny, who was across from Harry. "Your eyes are bloodshot!"
Fred appeared suddenly from nowhere to across from George. "Well, well, well. Look who's here!" he said. "I almost thought you weren't going to make it!" Fred's eyes were bright and full of happiness, unlike George who was feeling rather bitter at the moment.
George wondered how Fred, after staying up all night, seemed so energetic. Instead of pondering that further, he thought of the next best thing. He reached for the pitcher in front of him and poured coffee into his goblet. "There you go George! That ought to put some life back into ya!" Fred said recognizing what George was doing. This must be how he does it, George thought as the warm liquid fell down his throat reviving him. Too strong. He cleared his throat and turned his attention to Fred. "Did you tell them yet about your idea?" he asked. "Of course not, George. I said I would tell you first," Fred replied. "I have it all written out." He handed George a rolled up piece of parchment from out of his robe pocket. "Read it when you get the chance, will you?" "Ai! We'd best be heading off then, we only have but a few minutes until classes start," Hermione announced suddenly. She had been sitting on the other side of George. George unrolled the parchment Fred handed him. "Wow Fred, you must have put a lot of thought into this. It would be nice, though, if I could read this stuff you call English." Fred's handwriting was made even more illegible by being surrounded by scratches and drawings. George waited for a response from his brother, but none came. George looked up and Fred wasn't there. He wasn't amused, though, for that was very much Fred: to slip in and out of situations whenever he pleased. Suddenly, a thought grazed George's mind. Something important. His arms seemed very light. His books! He'd forgotten them in his room. He jumped from his chair and walked hurriedly out the Great Hall doors and down the corridor. While Fred's grand scheme was still vague to George he noticed something seemingly important on the lower half of the parchment. In clear, bold letters it read: Operation Humiliate Malfoy.Again!
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