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Ch. 9
"Good. Hated him anywho," George said.
Fred fell to the floor and took Dean in his arms. "Dean?" He whispered. "Dean? Are you with us?" A light from above shone down on them.
"Need..." Dean struggled.
"Need what, Dean?" Fred prayed. Angels sang above.
"REVENGE!" Dean cried. The angels, obviously shut off the music and the light. Fred clonked him on the head and smirked.
"Ok, lets go."
The twins jogged down the hall for a couple of minutes, just to be safe. Then they put their noses to the air and strutted down the corridor back to the common room.
"What are you two doing up?" Proffesor Snape sneered. (AHAHAHA HE SNEERED AGAIN! - )
"Why proffesor, how doody do?" Fred said triumphantly.
Snape's eyebrows twitched.
"Right then, well, I guess you must know," George added quickly.
"I must," Snape agreed.
"We were...uh...we were following Dean because he has a bad case of sleepwalking and-"
"Where is Dean now?" Snape asked.
"He...he ran into a wall and is knocked out down that corridor and we were going to get Ron and Harry to help us carry him into the hospital wing," Fred said hurridly.
Snape turned and went off into the direction Fred pointed and as he swiftly walked away, the twins put their noses in the air and put their hands on their hips and walked into the dormitory, very proud of themselves.
"I guess being prats isn't the worst idea we've had!" Fred whispered before they turned the lights out. After all, prats need a good nights sleep, too.