"Lee!" shouted George, throwing down his butterbeer and snapping the door shut.
"What are you wearing—"
"Just get it off me, mate, I'll explain later!"
"How…?" said Fred absently
"I don't know," said Lee, exasperated, "I really don't care. Scissors, a knife, anything, please!"
George grabbed the bottle opener he used to open the beers and sawed through the leather on his chest. The contraption fell off his shivering body and he stood before the twins completely naked.
"ClothespleaseFred," Lee mumbled as Fred threw him some boxers. He practically jumped in and struggled to put on his shirt lying on his bed.
"Now, tell us what happened, Lee,"
"A girl…" Lee said, catching his breath, "I was in the bathroom, you know, doing what guys do in the bathroom, when someone tapped me on the shoulder. I thought it was a bloke, but instead I see this, this, this, girl! She had short blonde hair, and—"
"A blonde girl?" asked George, "Was she absolutely stunning?"
Lee nodded
"Yes, he saw her too,"
Lee's eyes widened.
"I'm so sorry,"
George gazed at Fred in confusion, as to say, I'm anything but sorry!
Lee continued.
"So, she, um, she grabs me, sort of spins me around, and we start to snog. She was wearing this hot leather outfit, and you know, she gives me, um, that," he said, pointing to the leather on the floor, "And, well,"
"Lee," said George, raising an eyebrow, "What exactly do you do in that leather outfit?"
Lee coughed.
"The point is, after I'm in that, leather thing, I'm suddenly in the corridor with all these students and the girl is gone. Well, you can expect what the students reactions were,"
The twins nodded.
"I wonder what that girl is after," said Fred, aloud.
George gave Lee a butterbeer.
"Just take a rest, mate. It won't be as bad after you sleep,"
Lee took a swig and climbed into bed. The lights went off, and Fred and George decided to sleep too. But just as Fred's eyes began to finally close and George was already snoring, the door opened slightly and lights flickered on.
"Mmmm…shutemoffpleasethankyou…"mumbled Fred, grabbing his sheets and wrapping them around him. At this point, he somewhat resembled a cucoon.
"Mister Weasley, I suggest you get dressed and follow me. You and your brother," said a sharp voice.
"No…totired…mmm…."
"Mister Weasley, now," That voice was unmistakable.