We don't own anything!
Lee: Guys…? Is this what you wanted to tell me?
Fred: (looks down) Yeah…
George: We weren't going to hurt him that badly…just hurt him a little so it would be funny…
Lee: Well it looks like you guys are in a lot of trouble.
George: (in a sarcastic tone) Thanks, Lee, we could have never figured that one out on our own.
Fred: George, let's not be rude. It's not Lee's fault that he's not brilliant like us.
George: How true, how true…
Later in the Common Room, Fred, George, and Lee sit discussing Draco Malfoy.
George: Should we…
Fred: No, that wouldn't work…Maybe…
George: You know that wouldn't be right.
Fred: Yeah…Lee?
Lee: Why don't you just get over to St. Mungo's somehow and apologize to him and Mr. Malfoy?
Fred and George: Apologize?? To that little freak? No way.
George: Never.
Lee: Well we're kinda back where we started.
Fred and George decided that
maybe they shouldn't be talking to Lee because he didn't know how to handle
these kinds of situations the 'Fred and George' way. They went to the library.
They were quietly whispering when Ron, Harry, and Hermione walked in.
Ron: Hey guys, what's up?
Fred: Nothing that concerns you.
Harry: That was great news about Malfoy this morning.
Hermione: Harry! That's not a good thing to say! (in a quiet voice) but it was some excellent charm work…
George: Bugger off, you three.
Ron: You're not…blackmailing someone again, are you?
Fred: If we were, do you think we'd tell you?
Ron, Harry, and Hermione went to the back shelves of the library, looking at some books. Fred and George continued their hushed conversation.
Fred: What should we do?
George: Maybe we should tell someone….
Fred: I'm all for that idea… but who?
George: Someone we can trust…. We need someone who will laugh at the joke, but will give us the right advice about what to do.
Fred: Are you thinking the same person I'm thinking?
George: I think so, dear brother, I think so.
Fred and George decided they should tell their older brother Bill. They knew he would think it was hilarious, but would know what to do in this kind of situation. Fred gathered some parchment and a quill and met George in the dorm.
George: You have all the stuff?
Fred: Yeah…quill, ink, got it.
George: Good. Now we just don't want anyone to bother us. (casts a locking charm on the door)
Fred: Okay, now…for the letter.
George: How should we start it?
Fred: Dear Bill,
George: Thanks Fred, that's a lot of help.
Together they wrote the letter. It took them a total of two hours, and when they finished, they felt rather hungry.
Fred: I'm going to go get something to eat.
George: (stretches and yawns) Think I'll come too. You mind?
Fred: 'Course not. Let's go.
Fred and George cleared up the table they were working at and started towards the door.
Fred: Hang on, let's take the letter to the Owlery on the way back.
George sprinted back to the table, picked up the letter, and rushed out of the door with Fred close behind.