Chapter Four
Another Day, Another Act, Part I
Somewhere over the rainbow.
Harry was spending time with his two favorite rebels. They were the original anti-administration rebels. They were none other than Fred and George Weasly. They were sometimes joined by Ginny on their escapades, but that was only because she would do whatever Harry asked.
Well this evening was an evening all the other they spent together. Sprawled in the room of requirement, the three planned their next act of rebellion. Part of the planning process included drinking a disclosed amount of fire whiskey and ceremoniously recounting their respective day's events. Nothing interesting had happened. Fred had detention at 9. It was still early though. It was only 8. One whole hour of potential; they relished the thought.
The room of requirement always had whatever they required; whether they knew they needed it or not. Obviously one of them had thought that spray paint was a requirement to them and their cause. It was happily accepted into their little plot for the evening. So for the pan; the plan consisted of them spray painting an offending message, in pretty colors, on one of the walls in the school. You may think this was a simple endeavor, but it was by no means so.
They were perfectionists, well primarily the twins, and there were two of them, and they were bigger, so therefore they were all perfectionists! The first issue at hand was the message. The twins, being Weaslies and Harry, being a Potter (?), decided that they had a unanimous distaste for all prefects, big and small, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. Maybe it was slight annoyance because they were overlooked for this "prestigious" position, but if it was that, it was only an extremely small annoyance.
They hated the way the prefects had their own set of special rules; special rules for special people. They had their own bathrooms. They had more soap option. They could walk around school at night. The teachers liked them. They had special pins. They were special. They had lots of special rules just for them. They even thought they were special. Now you have to be a special type of person to think that. But its not that they had their own rules, its that they made the rules for the rest of them worse. It's a lot easier to break the rules properly without the prefects. They stifled the canvas on which they could express themselves on.
The horribly offensive statement they would advertise to the larger Hogwarts population of non-prefects was to be "Perfect Prefects can Piss on Pretty Colors". They settled for this cryptic message over others such as "Fuck the Prefects" and "I hope the prefects wash this off". They were very proud that most of the words started with 'P'. They knew there was a word for that in English, but Hogwarts didn't teach English, so they didn't know what it was.
The second problem at hand was the color. The room had provided them with an orgy of colors, but they had to make a decision. They decided that the rooms generosity should be taken full advantage of and they raped the room's store of spray paint as they decided to change the color for each letter, so that it was a rainbow of anti-prefect hate. They sighed when it came to the last and toughest phase of their little plot. Where in Hogwarts would they create such vandalism?
Harry was able to lend his expertise in this situation. He let Fred and George in on a little secret of his called the Marauder's Map. They carefully selected a popular wall along the courtyard. Since it was snowing that night, this wall was in prime area. This wall was inbetween the large common area with a fire and the courtyard which led outside. Students would be going outside and coming outside due to the snow, and this wall was in a high-traffic hallway.
Harry snickered at their genius. The closest teacher's office was Professor Sprout, who they knew as a fact was an early and heavy sleeper. Spending all day potting and pruning plants can really spend someone.
The three set out for social reform and freedom, to change this traditional patronizing pattern which they were stuck in! They reached the wall which they had chosen and sprayed on the words "Perfect Prefects can Piss on Pretty Colors" and stepped back to admire their handiwork. It was indeed quite the masterpiece. Students would be coming up from dinner soon, it was quarter to. They quietly slipped into the Great Hall just in time for dessert and left with the masses. They were very pleased with themselves. Very pleased with themselves indeed.
AN ok so that was that! I will continue the rebellious acts! Power to the people! Enywho… any cliché rebel suggestions are fully welcomed… well any reviews at all would be nice. I'm a nice person. I don't bite. Hard. Well unless you say something dumb, then you're just asking for it. Joking… you can take that sarcastically or not… lol