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Dumbledore: Except for the Weasley twins. You two need to meet me in my office. Don't be late.

Fred and George began walking to the castle. They muttered to each other about Lee.

Fred: I can't believe that Lee could do that.

George: Yeah, I always knew he was stupid. But I thought he was smarter than that. That was something Crabbe and Goyle would do.

Fred: Yeah. Although, I do wonder where Lee has gone.

George: How right you are. He definitely couldn't have gone back to the Common Room. Everyone would perform some form of hex on him.

Fred: Ok. Here we are. Ready to face our doom.

George: The only way it'd be worse would be if Mum were here.

They entered the room and saw Dumbledore, McGonagall, and…their Mum. The twins exchanged looks before sitting down.

Fred: Hi, Mum.

Mrs. Weasley: Don't 'Hi, Mum' me, Fred!

Dumbledore: Now, Molly, let's just hear what they have to say for themselves.

George: Well, it just started off as a simple prank. We thought that since Draco lived to make our life horrible, it was time to get him back. We didn't mean for it to go so far.

Bob walked through the corridor looking for Lucius Malfoy.

Bob: Mr. Malfoy, how nice to see you again.

Lucius: (sneers) I didn't' know you were smart enough to hold such and honorable position.

Bob: Well, I'm just as smart as the people who played the prank on your son. So that makes me brilliant.

Lucius: Bob, just wait. I have connections with the board.

Bob: Don't even think about it, Lucius. I have connections of my own, and if they knew how you were treating Draco, you'd be worse than dead. Maybe they'd put a Dementor on you, but only if they're having a good day.

Lucius: Malfoy's are never intimidated. So don't think for a minute that I'm scared of your so-called threat.

Bob: It's not a threat. It's a promise.

Bob smirked at Mr. Malfoy, turned on his heel, and strode towards his office. He would never be able to forget that look on Malfoy's face.

He opened the door to his office, walked in, and closed the door with a sharp click. He walked slowly towards the fireplace and reached for the Floo Powder. He was about to toss some into the fire, when he had a sudden realization. Why not make Lucius suffer? Just wait a little while before contacting his people. Maybe Lucius would come back begging him not to tell anyone…now that would be a sight to see.

Bob sat at his chair and began doing some paper work with a smile on his face. This was going to be fun.

Fred: And that's what happened. The entire story.

George: Yep, that's all we have to say.

Fred: So we'll just go now…

Fred and George began to stand, but Mrs. Weasley put a hand on George's shoulder and with remarkable strength, forced him back into his chair. Fred sat also, knowing that it would only be worse if he tried to run. George sent Fred a defeated look.

Dumbledore: Well boys, thank you for telling us.

Mrs. Weasley: Dumbledore, would you please let me speak to my children alone.

Dumbledore: Of course, Molly.

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall exited the room.

Mrs. Weasley: (in a Howler type voice) I know I once told you that blowing up a toilet would be horrible, but this is worse! Your father and I expected more from you. We've been quiet about all of this Joke Shop nonsense, but QUIET we'll be no more! We're bringing you home.

Mrs. Weasley stormed out of the office, and calmly started speaking.

Mrs. Weasley: I'm sorry, Dumbledore, but I must take Fred and George home.

Dumbledore: Molly, please reconsider. All of us would like for them to stay.

Mrs. Weasley: (snorts) I don't believe you.

McGonagall: Molly, we would like if they stayed. They're the only ones who show a bit of liveliness around here sometimes.

Molly: (smiles slightly) Well, they do sort of—well, alright . They can stay.

Fred and George had slipped out of the office unnoticed and began cheering. Mrs. Weasley sent them a look.

Mrs. Weasley: You two just wait until you get home for Christmas. You just wait. Goodbye, boys. See you then!

Mrs. Weasley turned and walked away, leaving Fred and George to think what her 'you just waits' meant.

McGonagall: Unfortunately, you did break several rules and we are going to have to punish you. You both receive detention for a month.

Fred: What?!

George: A month?!

McGonagall: Yes. Unless you would like us to call your mother back and tell her she can take you home…

Fred: A month is fine! (turns to George and nods)

George: (nods back) We deserve it.

McGonagall: Oh, and one other thing before you go; you need to write an apology letter to Mr. Malfoy and Draco.

Both of them look at McGonagall in horror.

George: Do we have to?

McGonagall: (giving them the death glare) Yes, but I could always have your mother come back and get you.

Fred: What George means is that we'll love to write the letter.

Dumbledore: Well, now that that's taken care of, I'm going to go inform Severus that everything's being taken care of.

Fred and George are in the Common Room drafting a letter.

George: Okay, Fred, here's what we have so far:

Draco,

We don't like you, and we aren't going to pretend that we do. This is an apology letter. But please know, we aren't sorry. We just don't want to go home. But if you tell anyone that this is anything other than an apology letter, we'll tell everyone what kind of slippers you have. We also happen to know that you sleep with a stuffed giraffe.

We hate you with all our might,

Fred and George Weasley

Fred: I think that sounds good.

George: Let's go send it off before McGonagall sees it.

THE END