Ch. 5 Information Concealed
She watched as Fred and George pulled off an invisibility cloak.
"Why do you always have to drag me into some room whenever you want to talk to me? Couldn't you have just as easily said 'Bethany, it's Fred and George. Come in here.'" But Fred and George either were ignoring her or pretended not to hear what she said. Fred pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to George.
"Potion," George started in some kind of a salesman voice, "is absolutely never used before, besides being tested by us. Anyways, it can be yours for nothing at all!" Bethany gave them a skeptical look. "What is it?" she asked. "I'm not taking anything that I don't know what it is."
"It's a ghost potion." started Fred. "You some of it and say 'phantomahraya'. But you have to roll they 'r' or it won't work and you will get ill."
"What curse did you put on it? I know the second I touch that thing, my skin will turn green or something, or it won't work and I'll get ill anyways."
Fred rolled his eyes. "Bethanyyyy, we're not always playing tricks!" and Bethany tried to hold back a laughing snort. She knew Fred and George had been working on things for their future joke shop since they were younger than her.
"We promise. We'll even try it first if you like." said George.
"Fine," said Bethany and she crossed her arms and shifted her weight to her other leg. "Show me." Fred grabbed the flask, raised it to his lips, took a sip, and said "phantomahraya!"
Suddenly, his rolled back and his skin from head to toe turned a translucent light blue. His face became scarred and his robes turned to rags. He looked so frightening, Bethany was sure that any unsuspecting student would faint with fright.
"You look as scary as the Bloody Baron!" she said smiling.
"And we'll even throw in the counter potion for free." said George and he handed the floating Fred another flask.
Fred drank some of this one too and then he fell to the ground and stood up.
"How about it?" asked Fred beaming.
"Um... I'll take it." she said and George handed her the flasks.
"But how did u get them?" asked Bethany.
"Well," started Fred with a smug look. "during potions class, we had a little 'accident' when George 'accidentally' knocked over his cauldron of scalding hot squid draught on Professor Snape's feet." Fred laughed uncontrollably and George had to finish the rest.
"So after I had my little 'accident' all over the Professor's feet, he proceeded to yell the living daylights out of me because he couldn't move." Bethany gave him a confused look. "Well his feet were tentacles! You wouldn't be able to move either if you were a half of a squid!" and they laughed. "Well anyways, Fred snuck over to his collection of books and he 'borrowed' a book on complicated potions. We were going to try to poison the great prat, but we found the ghost potion, and we decided to make that instead. It took us a great deal of time."
"It's only the first month of school!" said Bethany.
"But we did this last year. We've been working all summer on it." answered Fred, finally being able to contain himself.
"You'll know when to use it." said George.
"And if you're not sure, just think of us and then you'll know whether or not to use it." added Fred and he burst into more hysterical fits of laughter again.
"Alright." said Bethany and she slipped the flasks into her robes. Her pocket bulged.
Fred and George said their goodbyes and they slipped the cloak back on themselves and left.
Bethany left too. She turned the corner and ran right into Professor Snape.
"You!" he said menacingly with a slight grin on his face that Bethany didn't want to look at.
"What are you doing?" he asked sharply.
"Walking." she said.
"Why aren't you in your common room like you should be?"
"Because I wanted to take a walk. Is that so bad? I can walk if I want to." she said and she side stepped him.
Professor Snape hated Gryffindors. Especially ones with attitude and ones that were friends with Harry Potter. Bethany had both of those traits.
"Young lady," he said so loudly that one of the portraits on the wall covered her ears. "you are coming with me to my office."
He grabbed her wrist and yanked her towards his office.
She watched as Fred and George pulled off an invisibility cloak.
"Why do you always have to drag me into some room whenever you want to talk to me? Couldn't you have just as easily said 'Bethany, it's Fred and George. Come in here.'" But Fred and George either were ignoring her or pretended not to hear what she said. Fred pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to George.
"Potion," George started in some kind of a salesman voice, "is absolutely never used before, besides being tested by us. Anyways, it can be yours for nothing at all!" Bethany gave them a skeptical look. "What is it?" she asked. "I'm not taking anything that I don't know what it is."
"It's a ghost potion." started Fred. "You some of it and say 'phantomahraya'. But you have to roll they 'r' or it won't work and you will get ill."
"What curse did you put on it? I know the second I touch that thing, my skin will turn green or something, or it won't work and I'll get ill anyways."
Fred rolled his eyes. "Bethanyyyy, we're not always playing tricks!" and Bethany tried to hold back a laughing snort. She knew Fred and George had been working on things for their future joke shop since they were younger than her.
"We promise. We'll even try it first if you like." said George.
"Fine," said Bethany and she crossed her arms and shifted her weight to her other leg. "Show me." Fred grabbed the flask, raised it to his lips, took a sip, and said "phantomahraya!"
Suddenly, his rolled back and his skin from head to toe turned a translucent light blue. His face became scarred and his robes turned to rags. He looked so frightening, Bethany was sure that any unsuspecting student would faint with fright.
"You look as scary as the Bloody Baron!" she said smiling.
"And we'll even throw in the counter potion for free." said George and he handed the floating Fred another flask.
Fred drank some of this one too and then he fell to the ground and stood up.
"How about it?" asked Fred beaming.
"Um... I'll take it." she said and George handed her the flasks.
"But how did u get them?" asked Bethany.
"Well," started Fred with a smug look. "during potions class, we had a little 'accident' when George 'accidentally' knocked over his cauldron of scalding hot squid draught on Professor Snape's feet." Fred laughed uncontrollably and George had to finish the rest.
"So after I had my little 'accident' all over the Professor's feet, he proceeded to yell the living daylights out of me because he couldn't move." Bethany gave him a confused look. "Well his feet were tentacles! You wouldn't be able to move either if you were a half of a squid!" and they laughed. "Well anyways, Fred snuck over to his collection of books and he 'borrowed' a book on complicated potions. We were going to try to poison the great prat, but we found the ghost potion, and we decided to make that instead. It took us a great deal of time."
"It's only the first month of school!" said Bethany.
"But we did this last year. We've been working all summer on it." answered Fred, finally being able to contain himself.
"You'll know when to use it." said George.
"And if you're not sure, just think of us and then you'll know whether or not to use it." added Fred and he burst into more hysterical fits of laughter again.
"Alright." said Bethany and she slipped the flasks into her robes. Her pocket bulged.
Fred and George said their goodbyes and they slipped the cloak back on themselves and left.
Bethany left too. She turned the corner and ran right into Professor Snape.
"You!" he said menacingly with a slight grin on his face that Bethany didn't want to look at.
"What are you doing?" he asked sharply.
"Walking." she said.
"Why aren't you in your common room like you should be?"
"Because I wanted to take a walk. Is that so bad? I can walk if I want to." she said and she side stepped him.
Professor Snape hated Gryffindors. Especially ones with attitude and ones that were friends with Harry Potter. Bethany had both of those traits.
"Young lady," he said so loudly that one of the portraits on the wall covered her ears. "you are coming with me to my office."
He grabbed her wrist and yanked her towards his office.