Xenith
"SLYTHERINS ARE NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE STUPIDITY OF OTHER HOUSES."
~~~Salazar's Rules of Scheming
Chapter Twelve
"Shhh!" George hissed at his brother. "You're so loud!"
"Shut-it Forge, I need to concentrate if I'm going to get this right."
"Just hurry, they're going to be up soon."
"You think I don't realise that?" There was a loud groan from the sleeping dormitory and a thump as a pair of feet connected with the floor.
"Did you hear that?"
"Yes!"
"Shhh!"
"I need thirty seconds . . ."
"You don't have thirty seconds!"
"Look, who's the potions genius here?"
"I know, I know . . ."
"DONE!"
"Quiet!" George grabbed Fred's wrist and pulled him behind a shower curtain as Draco Malfoy stumbled into the room. He fumbled for his wand to light the torches, running one perfect pale hand though his normally immaculate blonde hair--this morning rumpled and smushed to one side. Draco squinted in the new light and rubbed his eyes as he made his way over to the row of shower stalls, sticking a pale arm into the curtained enclosure that housed Fred and George, causing water to cascade over the two boys.
"Ahh-ehh!" Fred let out as the icy water beat down on his bare skin. George clapped his hand over Fred's mouth and yanked him out of the stall as a completely stalkers Draco stepped into the quickly warming stream.
"I'm going to be sick!" George said as they stumbled out of the Slytherin common room and into the empty dungeon corridor, his white tee-shirt and broomstick patterned boxers clinging to his muscled chest and thighs.
"I'm not!" Fred announced happily, shaking the water out of his hair like a schnauzer, splattering the stone (and his brother) with water. "Didn't see anything!" Fred pumped his bare arms in the air and hopped down the passageway, giddy as a schoolgirl.
"You don't know how lucky you are." George said, grabbing his brother's arm and dragging him up the marble staircase to Gryffindor tower.
--
"WEASLEY!" Malfoy bellowed as he stormed into the full Great Hall flanked by seven Slytherins with scarlet and gold striped hair. "Where are they?" He slammed his fist down on the Gryffindor table, sending a shudder through its surface. The Gryffindor's snorting laughter was their only reply.
"My guess would be Gryffindor tower." Harry said dully, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes.
"I'm going to kill them!"
"I'd watch what I were saying if I were you." Harry took a leisurely drink from his goblet.
"WEASLEY!" he bellowed again.
"You rang?" Fred and George strode into the Hall, scarlet robes swinging 'round their ankles as they stopped under the arch of the doorway.
"You'll pay for this."
"PINTALIS COLOURIS TOTALIS SLYTHERIN!" The latter was shouted by each and every member of the Slytherin Quidditch team as two shots of colour burst from the tip of every wand. Every affiliate of the opposing team was striped green and silver.
Harry, Katie, Angelina, Ginny, Colin, and the remainder of the reserves (and Fred and George at the entrance) jumped from their seats, wands at the ready. Only Hermione beat them to it.
"PINTALUS COLOURIS TOTALIS GRYFFINDOR!" She shouted, blanketing the twelve players in a shower of scarlet and gold. The shimmery mist cleared to reveal seven red and gold players sporting the words 'GO GRYFFINDOR!' in a glowing yellow letters across their fronts.
"Dis----"
"Put your wands down this instant or I will cancel the Quidditch match!" McGonagall bellowed, finally having made it through the students that had gathered around, hoping for a duel or, even better, a fist fight. "Now, Mr Malfoy, or I will disqualify the Slytherin team for the rest of the year." Malfoy's wand disappeared into the folds of his scarlet robes. "Now, get back to your tables and get to your changing rooms before I change my mind." She snapped, spinning on her heels and charging her way back up to the staff table.
"Come-on." Malfoy grumbled to his team and strode elegantly out of the Great Hall, closely followed by the fifteen emerald-clad Gryffindors.
--
The Gryffindor team spoke little while they gathered their broomsticks---although Fred and George complained loudly of their empty stomachs.
"Maybe if you had shown up on time instead of getting us all striped Slytherin---"" Ginny reprimanded.
"Quiet you three," Katie shushed as she took up her place before the team. "Now, I know very well that I am NOT Oliver and that there is no way that I could possibly fill his shoes. But that does not mean that I don't think we can win! Even if we DO look like this." She motioned at their Slytherin apparel. "We managed to take the cup the year before last and I know we can take it again this year! We have a spectacularly well trained team here which means that I expect that what I have seen in training to be evident out there today. Don't let us loose to those trolls!" She spun on her heels and led the way out to the Quidditch pitch.
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"SLYTHERINS ARE NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE STUPIDITY OF OTHER HOUSES."
~~~Salazar's Rules of Scheming
Chapter Twelve
"Shhh!" George hissed at his brother. "You're so loud!"
"Shut-it Forge, I need to concentrate if I'm going to get this right."
"Just hurry, they're going to be up soon."
"You think I don't realise that?" There was a loud groan from the sleeping dormitory and a thump as a pair of feet connected with the floor.
"Did you hear that?"
"Yes!"
"Shhh!"
"I need thirty seconds . . ."
"You don't have thirty seconds!"
"Look, who's the potions genius here?"
"I know, I know . . ."
"DONE!"
"Quiet!" George grabbed Fred's wrist and pulled him behind a shower curtain as Draco Malfoy stumbled into the room. He fumbled for his wand to light the torches, running one perfect pale hand though his normally immaculate blonde hair--this morning rumpled and smushed to one side. Draco squinted in the new light and rubbed his eyes as he made his way over to the row of shower stalls, sticking a pale arm into the curtained enclosure that housed Fred and George, causing water to cascade over the two boys.
"Ahh-ehh!" Fred let out as the icy water beat down on his bare skin. George clapped his hand over Fred's mouth and yanked him out of the stall as a completely stalkers Draco stepped into the quickly warming stream.
"I'm going to be sick!" George said as they stumbled out of the Slytherin common room and into the empty dungeon corridor, his white tee-shirt and broomstick patterned boxers clinging to his muscled chest and thighs.
"I'm not!" Fred announced happily, shaking the water out of his hair like a schnauzer, splattering the stone (and his brother) with water. "Didn't see anything!" Fred pumped his bare arms in the air and hopped down the passageway, giddy as a schoolgirl.
"You don't know how lucky you are." George said, grabbing his brother's arm and dragging him up the marble staircase to Gryffindor tower.
--
"WEASLEY!" Malfoy bellowed as he stormed into the full Great Hall flanked by seven Slytherins with scarlet and gold striped hair. "Where are they?" He slammed his fist down on the Gryffindor table, sending a shudder through its surface. The Gryffindor's snorting laughter was their only reply.
"My guess would be Gryffindor tower." Harry said dully, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes.
"I'm going to kill them!"
"I'd watch what I were saying if I were you." Harry took a leisurely drink from his goblet.
"WEASLEY!" he bellowed again.
"You rang?" Fred and George strode into the Hall, scarlet robes swinging 'round their ankles as they stopped under the arch of the doorway.
"You'll pay for this."
"PINTALIS COLOURIS TOTALIS SLYTHERIN!" The latter was shouted by each and every member of the Slytherin Quidditch team as two shots of colour burst from the tip of every wand. Every affiliate of the opposing team was striped green and silver.
Harry, Katie, Angelina, Ginny, Colin, and the remainder of the reserves (and Fred and George at the entrance) jumped from their seats, wands at the ready. Only Hermione beat them to it.
"PINTALUS COLOURIS TOTALIS GRYFFINDOR!" She shouted, blanketing the twelve players in a shower of scarlet and gold. The shimmery mist cleared to reveal seven red and gold players sporting the words 'GO GRYFFINDOR!' in a glowing yellow letters across their fronts.
"Dis----"
"Put your wands down this instant or I will cancel the Quidditch match!" McGonagall bellowed, finally having made it through the students that had gathered around, hoping for a duel or, even better, a fist fight. "Now, Mr Malfoy, or I will disqualify the Slytherin team for the rest of the year." Malfoy's wand disappeared into the folds of his scarlet robes. "Now, get back to your tables and get to your changing rooms before I change my mind." She snapped, spinning on her heels and charging her way back up to the staff table.
"Come-on." Malfoy grumbled to his team and strode elegantly out of the Great Hall, closely followed by the fifteen emerald-clad Gryffindors.
--
The Gryffindor team spoke little while they gathered their broomsticks---although Fred and George complained loudly of their empty stomachs.
"Maybe if you had shown up on time instead of getting us all striped Slytherin---"" Ginny reprimanded.
"Quiet you three," Katie shushed as she took up her place before the team. "Now, I know very well that I am NOT Oliver and that there is no way that I could possibly fill his shoes. But that does not mean that I don't think we can win! Even if we DO look like this." She motioned at their Slytherin apparel. "We managed to take the cup the year before last and I know we can take it again this year! We have a spectacularly well trained team here which means that I expect that what I have seen in training to be evident out there today. Don't let us loose to those trolls!" She spun on her heels and led the way out to the Quidditch pitch.
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