Girls, Ghosts and Ghouls
Right then...where were we, George?
Telling 'em about that insufferable git, Snape
Oh yes! That old grease ball. I haven't seen him lately, not that that's a bad thing...
I agree with you on that! Actually, I saw old Snape a few days ago. He was really happy about something, and smiling a lot, which I found rather disturbing...
Maybe he brushed his teeth for the first time, and realized what a blessing it is to have a clean mouth.
Possibly
Ah well, lets get on with the chapter...
"You there, wait!" Fred and George turned around the see the girl Fred had stopped on the train, sprinting towards them with two other girls.
"I don't think we've been introduced properly," she said, smiling, "I'm Angelina Johnson, this is Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell. We're fellow Gryffindors too," Angelina added as she pointing to the crest on her robe.
"Oh," Fred replied, lost for words. Angelina was tall with dark brown hair that was pulled back in a high ponytail. The twins couldn't help but notice that she was rather pretty.
Now hold on one bloody moment!
What now Fred?
Angelina isn't 'rather pretty' she's VERY pretty! Extremely pretty! Remarkably pretty! Strikingly pretty—
Okay! I get your point! Don't go all poetic on me now! I'll rephrase the bloody sentence!!
The twins couldn't help but notice that she was VERY pretty.
Satisfied Fred?
Yes
Then may we continue, oh high and mighty love god?
We may
"Are you going to try out for Quidditch?" Alicia asked anxiously
"We might."
"Well, we'll see you on the pitch then!" Katie announced as the three girls walked off down the hallway. Fred and George stood in the middle of the staircase, dumbfounded.
Now wait just one minute!
What is it George?
I'd just like to make it clear that YOU were the only one dumbfounded!
Was not!
Was too!
Was not and that's final!
After they had both come back to reality, they headed straight for the Transfiguration classroom, when suddenly a loud crash exploded through the hallway. George backtracked and glanced down the hall, only to see a sight most surprising. There was a little, cackling man, who looked like he mugged a clown and stole his clothes. Fred's mouth dropped when he noticed not only was the man floating in the air, but he was juggling at least twelve clay pots.
"A ghost," George grinned as he watched the man terrorize the students by throwing dead rats at them, and sneaking up on the people yelling 'BOO'.
The ghost suddenly noticed he had an audience watching him, and glided over to the twins, who stood their ground.
"Aw, look at what we have here! Ickle firsties!" he said, smirking, "I hope I'm not scaring you?"
"Psh! We don't get scared easily," George retorted as the ghost raised his eyebrows in disbelief.
"I see," he grinned mischievously, and stuck out his transparent hand, "I'm Peeverus."
"Pleasure," Fred smiled slightly, "But mind if we call you Peeves instead?"
"Go ahead," Peeves replied, when suddenly an elderly man came bustling through the Great Hall doors. He had a few grey hairs on his head and more wrinkles than Fred and George had ever seen. Behind his humped body, was a scrawny cat that looked like it was undergoing animal abuse.
"Who's that?" Fred asked
"Old Filch," Peeves answered
"What about that cat?"
"Mrs. Norris."
"Mrs? How is a cat a Mrs?"
"I don't know," Peeves said irritatingly, "Stop pestering me with your questions, firsties."
"Unhand those vases this instant you vial tyrant," Filch roared as he began trotting towards them with a mop in one hand.
"Is he talking to me?" Peeves snorted arrogantly, "Fine take these worthless antiques," he said as he dropped all the pottery he was holding.
"Why you little guttersnipe!" Filch spat as Peeves mockingly waved at them, and disappeared, "I'm seeing the headmaster 'bout this."
"Excuse me sir," Fred piped up
"Eh? What d'you want?" Filch growled
"Well, my brother George and I are just curious about something."
"What?" he demanded
"Are you a ghoul?"