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Cheers!

"Happy Halloween!" Chorused the Gryffindors, drawing their butterbeers together in a clinking toast.

"Welcome back to Frorge",

Chink.

"Cheers! And to the fabulous three!"

"Hey!"

"And Ginny."

Clack.

"To Hogwarts!"

Tinkle.

"Honeydukes!"

Ting.

"Wealth and riches!"

Slosh.

"Careful Ron!"

"Hermione's bossiness, and sexy legs!"

"OY!"

"Calm down Ron, I didn't mean Hermione's legs in particular, just sexy legs in general. (Not that I don't think they're sexy!)"

"Hmmph."

"Death to Snape!"

Ring!

"Death to Malfoy!"

Clonk.

"Death to all of Slytherin!"

Hear Hear!

Pause.

("Come on Hermione!")

"Err... Death to blast ended skrewts! And Rita Skeeter!"

Clank.

"Death to Voldemort!"

SMASH!

They had toasted rather too enthusiastically, shattering several bottles, and what with everyone in earshot dropping their own drinks at the name 'Voldemort!' the carpet was suddenly somewhat damp. And sticky.

"Oh yuck! Now look what you've done Harry, Scougify!"

"Me?! Why's it my fault? I think we should blame it on Fred and George, out of principle, I mean any chaos is usually their doing."

Hermione, obviously taking his words to heart, flung herself at Fred, knocking him off the squishy chair he was sharing with Ginny and landing on top of him, dangerously close to the crackling fire. Fred gave an unmistakable purr. Ron growled. Hermione began tickling mercilessly. Soon Fred was rolling round the floor in anguished hysterics, begging her to stop, but pleading was useless. Even when his red mop became red flames (courtesy of the blaze in the fireplace) she merely extinguished them with her wand and carried on tickling.

"George... h...h...help", He managed to choke out. George didn't exactly come rushing to his aid, but the phrase did assist him in another way; it reminded Hermione of his twin's existence. She abandoned Fred and slowly advanced upon George, fingers extended and twitching menacingly. He backed away quickly but she stalked after him as he stumbled over numerous books and bags in his haste to escape. She soon backed him into a corner, her fingers were an inch from his stomach, he sucked it in as far as he could ...

"Quick! Come quick! Someone's released a flock of flamingos in the entrance hall, and tied up a couple of Slytherins in a barrel of shrimps!" The flushed fourth year hurtled into the common room, grabbed a camera, and as promptly flew back through the portrait hall. Everyone was silent for a moment, then as one body rushed for the exit.

"I wonder if it was Hannah Abbott", panted Harry five staircases and nine corridors later, "she always has had a way with flamingos, but I never placed her as much of a troublemaker."

"You'd be surprised", wheezed Fred darkly, clutching his side.

Harry opened his mouth to ask how on earth he knew that, but George gasped, "shortcut, this way", pulling him through what appeared to be a solid wall, and the sudden disappearance of solid ground from beneath his feet seemed rather more important.

Hermione rounded the corner, face pulsing with heat, feeling as if she was about to collapse, "wait... for... me", she implored pitifully down the empty passage. She began to stumble along it when a cool hand came down on her arm and another closed over her mouth.