Fred and George, the mischievous twins with an unquenchable thirst for havoc, were at it again. Hogwarts had a treat in store, despite the many lines that this scheme would cross. This plan was a gem, the cream of the crop. The two brothers had carefully drawn the blue prints, painstakingly marked their victims, and slowly bided their time for a chance to unleash their greatest prank yet. But tonight was the night. They were going to draw, they were going to gamble, and if they played their cards right, they were going to take the house.
Halloween, October 31st was supposedly the night when the crafty spirits come to play tricks on unsuspecting folk. Sprits were not a thing of fantasy in the wizarding world; ghosts were common among humans. Though certain Halloween spirits were said to come on one night of the year, and if not shooed away, they would stay among humans.
Fred and George were relying on that single myth for their plot to unfold.
Early back in the year, they had looked up the Halloween spirits in the library to see how this could play into their idea.
"Huh," said George, flipping through The Almanac of Ghosts and Goblins,
"We have a few choices,"
Fred nodded, whipping out a quill and parchment.
"There's an Illion, a spirit that takes the form of a cat and haunts rafters, who often scares young children,"
"We could string Ms. Norris from the ceiling and hang her above the first years,"
George sniggered.
"No," he said, "We need something bigger. There are Cassalons; they steal food and hide it in odd places,"
"We could raid the kitchens and put the feast in Umbridges' office,"
George shook his head.
"Bigger,"
Fred opened his notes up.
"Well, I like the idea of Angelites. They seduce and humiliate beyond words. We could use the Polyjuice potion and take hairs of a few hot students,"
"How long would it last?"
"Few hours. We could take it numerous times,"
"Hmm…maybe," said George, stroking an invisible goatee.
After days of pondering, Fred and George had decided they would each be twin Angelites for the evening.
Next step was the victims.
"Snape!" cried George, as the two sat in their dorm, a few weeks before Halloween.
Fred shuddered.
"I refuse to bring myself to that level. I myself would prefer to hold onto my pride until I get out of Hogwarts. And no teachers! They probably have a spell to destroy the Polyjuice potion, or get rid of an actual angelite,"
"You can't get rid of an angelite using magic, I checked. Only brute force would work," said George.
"Excellent, that means almost nothing can go wrong,"
"Oh, I have it! You know Hermione and Ron are hooking up?" said George.
Fred grinned.
"Go on,"
"Wellllll…you know how over protective Hermione is and you know Ron loves any girl like a fat kid loves cakes…And Harry's been snogging Ginny of months, you know that,"
"I'd feel odd seducing my own brother and his best friend," said Fred, "And you now Hermione and Ginny would be fuming,"
"Oh, don't worry, we'd tell them it was us afterwards,"
"Tempting…" said Fred, "What about Malfoy and his goons? I'd like to fuck with them too. We could just bewitch Crabbe and Goyle, give THEM the potion, and watch them make fools of themselves,"
"I think I like that better than be kissing my own brother, honestly, no matter how hilarious it would be," said George.
"So, we'll have to screw around with the Polyjuice potion to have it last longer so the two won't have to take it again," said Fred.
"And, we'll have to get them to do what we want without using the Imperius Curse," said George
"Yes, and outfits—"
"YES."
"And lure Malfoy away,"
"Excellent,"
"And seduce Malfoy too?"
"You're rotten to the core,"
"Just as black-hearted as you," said Fred.
"Hogwarts is getting a little Halloween surprise!" said George.
The two chuckled.
"Excellent," they said together.