Twice Over
Hello again… wow, I just keep writing and writing and writing… I'm like the energizer bunny! But then again, the energizer bunny is pink, and I hate the colour pink. It's my least favourite colour. Well now that you know a bit more about the author, in fact, something you probably didn't need to know anyways, we can get on with the story. No one cares about these author notes anyways.
Slytherin-Ali- thanks so much for reviewing! I really enjoyed your story! I'm glad you liked it, plants are so evil. Again, thanks!
Sunnysweetie- you are so right! Alicia and George DO fight like an old married couple… I can't wait till I get to the further stories, I say I have a whole notebook of ideas on them, but not a lot on this one. I don't know 11 year olds are so hard to write, I think J K Rowling did a good job on them. Anyways, thanks for the review!
Calypso- thanks so much for the review, yeah, it was a short chapter, and this one is a bit too, but the next I'm sure is longer. I guess I just have points to get across before I can move on.
Lauren- thank you again, I really value you as a reviewer! You're the greatest! As for Alicia being evil to George, it's so true…
Jagged Epiphany- thanks, the idea of the discovery of the map came in a dream… it was a good dream, cause George was mine… but that's beside the point. I'm excited for your next chapter, I can't wait.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed, it was great to hear from you. Tell your friends about my story, please! It's still new so it's not really out there yet. Anyways, I have a couple more chapters on the go and I'm excited for you guys to read them, so I'll need REVIEWS to get another chapter up! No reviews, no chapter.
Disclaimer- me no own, you no sue. I had a dream I got to meet the Phelps twins last night. It was really great… too bad I don't own them. Too bad I have to tell you every single time too.
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Chapter 8- Meet Peeves
Another day at Hogwarts began like any day. The birds were singing to the tune of Dumbledore's current favourite song, the ghosts were lazily walking through half-asleep students, and more first-years were discovering things that they had never seen before. Hogwarts was a huge school, it was true, but on this particular day, the twins weren't expecting anything different.
"'Morning!" Angelina said brightly as she sat down. She was a natural early riser.
The rest of the crew were sitting at the table, giving her a blank look. George was slowly chewing on a piece of toast, Fred was practically buried in empty bowls and plates, and Lee's head was shoved in a bowl of milk and cereal, and every snore created bubbles.
Alicia walked into the Great Hall and sat down, pushing a brush through her messy wet hair. She looked over at Lee and grabbed the back of his head, pulling it out of the cereal bowl.
Lee gave a sudden jerk to signal he was awake, and looked around with weary eyes. A couple of Cheerio's fell off of his face, and he brushed the rest of them off with the sleeve of his robes.
"Morning." He said sleepily.
Alicia laughed and Angelina gave him a testing look.
"What are you planning to do today, Angelina? It is Saturday, after all." Alicia said happily.
Angelina shrugged. "I don't know, I was thinking of putting together some make-up tricks I learned from Muggle Magazines, and testing them out."
Alicia made a face, but quickly corrected herself. "Sounds-… fun. I think I'll play some rugby… You guys want to join? Oliver already said he wouldn't mind learning…"
"You will do nothing of the sort!" Angelina said quickly.
Alicia sighed and put her chin in her hands. "You sound like my prim mother."
Angelina shook her head. "You can play that later, but today, I am giving you make-up tips."
Alicia looked to Angelina. "Ange, I'm eleven years old. Let me live before I have to do anything," she shuddered, "girly."
Angelina rolled her eyes. "All right then."
Fred suddenly became a bit more awake. "You know what, I heard they are planning the Halloween thing soon. Charlie said it was one of the biggest celebrations here."
Lee was happily munching on bacon. "Well, it sounds like fun. I wonder what it will be like." He said thoughtfully.
George looked over to his twin. "Heard there was a different thing every year."
Alicia rolled her eyes. "Of course there is. This is Hogwarts, isn't it? I mean, when was it ever daft and regular? There are no repeats in this school, especially when Dumbledore has something to do with it."
Angelina had been listening carefully to all of this. "Do you think there will be a surprise of some sort?"
"I don't know," George said, "but I heard things get crazy around this time of year."
"Sounds like a regular Hogwarts thing to do." Lee said.
Oliver had just arrived in the Great Hall, and took a seat by Fred. He put some of his Quidditch polishing supplies in front of him, and took out pieces of equipment, and began carefully polishing them up.
"Hey, Ollie." Angelina said.
"Hey." He said, looking carefully at the glove he had in his hand.
"We were wondering if you could tell us about the goings on around Halloween?" Angelina said.
"Yeah. Sure." Oliver said, putting the stuff down. "Well, the celebration is huge. It's amazing, all the food and decorations… and so many teachers hand out a lot of work to get it over with, so Halloween will be free of work. That means there will be a lot of work before hand, but it's all worth it. You do get a large load from Snape too, but unlike the other teachers, he continues on with the work. And then there is Peeves-…"
"Peeves?" Alicia asked.
"Yeah, the Poltergeist." Oliver said.
"This school has a Poltergeist?" Lee asked.
Oliver let his jaw drop. "Are you telling me than none of you have ever seen Peeves? Oh, you just wait. Usually he lays low first bit of the year, and then- WHAM!" Oliver said fairly loud, making Angelina scream and jump. "He hits you with all he's got."
Fred eyed Angelina after her outburst.
Oliver shrugged. "See you later then." He said, standing up and leaving toward the Quidditch pitch.
Alicia bit her lip. "Think it's true?" She asked.
Fred shook his head. "Nah." He answered.
"The guy probably just got in Ollie's way when he was off to Quidditch practice or something." George suggested.
Lee laughed, but Angelina and Alicia shared glances.
"I don't know guys…" Angelina began.
Fred threw his arm around Angelina's shoulders. "Just stick with me, I'll straighten it out." He said with a grin that was quickly becoming trademark for the twins.
Angelina shoved his arm off her shoulder. "Yeah, nice idea Fred. I'll stick with the one guy who doesn't use his brain." She said with a sarcastic smile. Then she rolled her eyes and grabbed a glass of juice.
Fred shrugged. "Well Halloween isn't coming for about a week anyways… no need to worry about that now."
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Along with homework, social life, and of course, Hogwarts surprises, a week passes surprisingly quickly. George found himself sitting in the common room with mounds of homework one night, and the next he was still sitting in the common room, yet this time, he was relaxing with Lee and Fred, getting ready for Halloween the next day. The three sat comfortably on the red Gryffindor couches, stretching and yawning.
"Tired, little Freddie?" Angelina teased, walking over and sitting on the couch opposite of him.
"No," Fred began defensively.
Lee laughed and midway through gave a large yawn. "That's it," he said stretching, "I'm going to bed."
"It's been a long week," Angelina pointed out. "Night Lee."
Lee smiled. "Thanks. Night Ange. See you guys later." He said waving to Fred and George and then he headed up the staircase.
Fred looked to his twin and motioned with a slight jerk of his head that he wanted to speak in private. George nodded and got up.
"Night Angelina." George said.
"See you, George." Angelina said.
George made his way halfway up the staircase before stopping and sitting on one of the steps.
Fred however, was still sitting in the couch, waiting till it was long enough to leave without being suspicious. Angelina was still sitting on the couch opposite of him, taking out her braided hair and brushing through it, making the curls bounce around her shoulders.
"So, Fred…" Angelina said, standing up and then choosing a comfortable spot beside him. "What's new?" She smiled.
Fred felt a lump in his throat that he quickly swallowed down. "Not a lot…" He said nervously, trying to make his way farther down the couch, away from her. "You?" He asked, trying to smile innocently.
Angelina sighed and put her head on his shoulder, which made Fred want to jump up and run out of the room. He could feel his ears growing red with embarrassment, and he found that he could no longer try to make his way to the other side of the couch.
"It's been a long week." Angelina said. "I'm so glad the Halloween feast is coming up… aren't you?" She asked.
Fred nodded and didn't say anything.
"I hope it's like my sisters said it would be. They told me it was amazing." She said with a nod. "My family is like yours. We date back for quite a while, but I mean, we've all went to Hogwarts. My one sister is around twenty-six and her name is Tanya. She said that some of the Halloween celebrations were better than the Christmas one's. And then Manita, my other sister, she's um… twenty-one. She doesn't like celebrations much, but she always enjoyed Halloween. Then I remember that Carlia, she's exactly twenty, well she used to tell me about everything that went on in Hogwarts, and she always spoke well about Halloween. But the thing I remember most about Halloween was my sister Ella's letters. She's eighteen, and just left Hogwarts when I came in. My whole family was Griffindor, like yours. Ella used to send me letters every week." Angelina said.
Fred could hardly concentrate on what she was saying. All he knew was that his face was red-hot, she was making him sweat, and her beautiful hair smelt like flowers… they seemed to be some sort of purple flower he could find in his mum's garden-…
'Are you smelling her hair?' Fred asked himself in shock.
"I'm tired!" Fred said, jumping up and making Angelina fall onto the couch where he was just sitting. He made a large fake stretch and checked his watch. "Wow, look at the time!" He said, walking towards the boy's staircase. "See you tomorrow!"
As Fred walked out of sight, up the staircase, Angelina gave a small yawn and looked at the fire in a confused way. What was up with Fred? He was acting pretty weird… Angelina looked at the clock. He was right, it was fairly late. She stood up and stretched, combing through her hair and walking up the girl's staircase, ready to go to bed.
As soon as Angelina had gone from the common room, and it was once again empty, two redheaded figures made their way back into the room and quickly out the door, with a very special map tucked in their pocket.
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." George whispered, and with a tap of his wand, the drawings on the map had appeared.
"Now," Fred said, taking the map, "I saw this portrait, ah! Right here!" He said pointing, "This fruit portrait down on the second floor…"
George, who was in a slightly bad mood for having to wait for his twin to finish flirting, asked, "What's that have to do with anything?"
"Well see, this portrait… behind it is the kitchens… a place filled with free food." Fred said.
George cocked his head to the side and raised an eyebrow.
"What?" Fred asked, holding the map closer to him.
"And exactly how do you know this?" George asked.
Fred looked at the map. "It says just here." He pointed to the painting and handed the map to George. "Secret passageway to Kitchens."
George jumped onto a staircase that was just beginning to move, and Fred did the same, and they were moved exactly to the second floor opening. Walking down to the door and swinging it open, they carefully tiptoed along the dark corridor.
"Says Filch is close here." George whispered. "We don't want to get caught tonight. I want to see this passageway."
The two boys reached the fruit painting and stared blankly at it. After a while, George glanced to Fred who seemed to be patiently waiting for something.
"Well?" George asked.
Fred looked over at his twin. "I thought you knew what to do." He said.
"No, dimwit, I was the one who followed you." George said, voice dripping with sarcasm and mocking.
Fred walked up to the painting and tried to wrench it off the wall, to no avail.
George pushed his brother aside and dusted off his shirt, drawing up his sleeves and whispering, "Fruit painting, we know you are the passageway to the kitchens, now let us in."
There was silence, and then they heard a soft giggle. They both braced themselves to be let into the passageway, but nothing happened.
"Nice try," Fred said sarcastically.
"Well at least I didn't try to push it off the wall." George snapped back.
Both twins sighed and in unison, they rested their back against the wall and slid down so they were sitting on the floor.
"So what do we do now?" Fred asked.
George looked at the map. "Make sure that Filch doesn't catch us."
Fred nodded. "Okay, lets head back then."
George stood up and stared at his brother. "What?"
"We need to head back." Fred said.
"You're going to give up just like that?"
"Yeah…?"
"Well I'm not!"
"You're not?"
"No!"
"Why not?"
George sighed. "My dear brother, we are the twins of trouble, the masters of mischief, the pair of pranksters."
Fred sighed. "Yeah, yeah, all that and a partridge in a freaking pear tree."
George looked to the map. "Funny you should say pear, my good man."
Fred looked to his brother, confused, and then George lightly moved him aside of the painting. Then he walked up to it, stood right in front of the pear, and used his index finger, sliding it over the pear.
The piece of fruit wriggled slightly, so George began to tickle it. Soon it was giggling excitedly, and then it stopped abruptly as the portrait began to swing forwards. This was it; they were going to see what the kitchens looked like-…
"Oh, making trouble, I see?" Said a voice.
The twins stopped in their tracks and looked around. Something pushed the portrait shut, and then a small man appeared in the air. The little man had a belled hat and shoes that curled up at the toes, and a green and white outfit. He had a smile that would make a Cheshire cat proud, and it reached from ear to ear with pointed teeth. His eyes had a playful fire in them, which was black like their colour.
"Oh you two are making trouble I see,
But no one is better at that than me.
I make so much trouble that one might quiver,
At the thought of me giving you a really bad sliver.
Mess up your hair and your list of things to do,
Leave you with nothing left but a shoe."
The little man sang with a large and evil smile, and he waved around his hands, appearing in different places with every line he sang.
"Who are you?" The twins asked together.
The little man simply shrugged and said, "Peeves. Surprised you never heard of me."
The twins looked to each other, remembering what Oliver had said. This guy didn't seem to be as bad as what was said, so the twins suppressed laughs and just shrugged it off. They turned away from the poltergeist and began to walk back to the portrait of the pear, when a very loud screeching noise sounded in their ears. It was so loud, that even with their hands over their ears, it made a ringing noise in their head.
They turned around to face the man, who was now smiling wickedly at them.
"What the hell was that?" George asked.
Peeves winked and then took a large breath, screaming, "STUDENTS OUT OF BED! SECOND FLOOR! STUDENTS OUT OF BED!"
Fred and George shared a frightened look and then both began running down the corridor. They noticed Peeves was floating easily beside them.
"What was that for?" Fred asked angrily.
Peeves stopped directly in front of them and Fred stopped, but George slid straight through him and fell on the ground, shuddering and wiping the feeling of stepping through a cold shower off of him.
"Never ignore Peeves." Peeves said. "I barely have started." He said with cackling laughter, and with that, he dropped a water balloon on both of their heads and vanished.
George stood up and grabbed Fred's arm, running down the hall and turning the corner, just to bump into Filch. The twins fell on the floor and George landed on Mrs Norris' tail, sending her into a screeching fury as she clawed at him.
"Hello Filch, fancy seeing you out on a night like tonight." Fred said with innocence as his brother struggled to get the infuriated cat off of his face and stop her from clawing him. "Nice night, eh?" He asked.
Filch gave a evil sneer and said, "Yes, perfect for a detention."
Fred sighed and stood up, while George threw Mrs Norris off of him and she went flying half way across the hall, flailing her paws and tail in the air.
Filch gave George a glare that could kill, and George stood up and smiled lightly, shrugging.
"Sorry." George said quietly as Mrs Norris hissed in a corner.
Filch turned angrily around and the twins sighed and followed him with hunched backs down the dark corridor.
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Ooh, a bit of romance between Fred and Angelina, and I think this chapter had a lot of good humour in it. But at least, that's what I think. I enjoyed writing this; I hope you'll enjoy reading it, so tell me if you liked it in a review! What parts did you guys think were funny? Halloween is coming in the next chapter! I'll keep going if you guys keep reviewing!
-Kit
