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Fred Weasley had just recieved a letter from Albus Dumbledore. Professor Flitwick was on sabbatical that year and Dumbledore was having trouble finding a substitute. Fred seemed like the perfrect candidate seeing as he was extrememly talented with joke charms. He must have been extremely talented at charms to have caused all that ruckus with Ultrabitch Umbridge.
Fred felt flattered and wanted to accept the offer immediately but then he thought about the shop he ran with his brother, George.
He looked back down at the yellowed parchment in his hands and read at the bottom of the document that his salalry would be quite generous.
"Generous salary, seeing my younger friends during the year, torturing slytherins, performing magic," Fred grumbled to himself, listing all of the reasons why he should take on this job. Teaching seemed like it would be amusing. George could run the shop by himself for a year.
"Mom! I'm teaching at Hogwarts this year!" Fred called out as casually as announcing a trip to the grocery store.
"What!?" Mrs. Weasley shrieked. The shrill sound of pots crashing to the floor sounded from the kitchen.
"I said I'm taching at Hogwarts this year," Fred repeated, stuffing the letter into his pocket.
Mrs. Weasley rushed out of the kitchen with a light pink apron sloppily tied around her neck. "Says who?" she demanded.
"Says Dumbledore. What's for dinner?"
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Mrs. Weasley gasped, forcing a laugh. "Gode have pity for anybody unfortunate enough to become your pupil."
"Hey! I think I'd make a great teacher!" Fred protested as he yanked the letter out of his pocket and tossed it at his mother, who took a minute to read it.
"You're on your own kid. You're a man now; make up your own mind. I cannot control you anymore," Mrs. Weasley sighed, feigning a calm voice even though it was clear that she disapproved of this.
Fred was shocked that his mother did not put her foot down as she used to when he was younger, but Mrs. Weasley, after raising four other boys to adulthood, knew very well when to let go.
Fred Weasley had just recieved a letter from Albus Dumbledore. Professor Flitwick was on sabbatical that year and Dumbledore was having trouble finding a substitute. Fred seemed like the perfrect candidate seeing as he was extrememly talented with joke charms. He must have been extremely talented at charms to have caused all that ruckus with Ultrabitch Umbridge.
Fred felt flattered and wanted to accept the offer immediately but then he thought about the shop he ran with his brother, George.
He looked back down at the yellowed parchment in his hands and read at the bottom of the document that his salalry would be quite generous.
"Generous salary, seeing my younger friends during the year, torturing slytherins, performing magic," Fred grumbled to himself, listing all of the reasons why he should take on this job. Teaching seemed like it would be amusing. George could run the shop by himself for a year.
"Mom! I'm teaching at Hogwarts this year!" Fred called out as casually as announcing a trip to the grocery store.
"What!?" Mrs. Weasley shrieked. The shrill sound of pots crashing to the floor sounded from the kitchen.
"I said I'm taching at Hogwarts this year," Fred repeated, stuffing the letter into his pocket.
Mrs. Weasley rushed out of the kitchen with a light pink apron sloppily tied around her neck. "Says who?" she demanded.
"Says Dumbledore. What's for dinner?"
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Mrs. Weasley gasped, forcing a laugh. "Gode have pity for anybody unfortunate enough to become your pupil."
"Hey! I think I'd make a great teacher!" Fred protested as he yanked the letter out of his pocket and tossed it at his mother, who took a minute to read it.
"You're on your own kid. You're a man now; make up your own mind. I cannot control you anymore," Mrs. Weasley sighed, feigning a calm voice even though it was clear that she disapproved of this.
Fred was shocked that his mother did not put her foot down as she used to when he was younger, but Mrs. Weasley, after raising four other boys to adulthood, knew very well when to let go.