Chapter 3 – They meet Cedric and Tiffany

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It was over a month since they had the incident with Lee. Both Fred and George had escaped fatal injury, though barely.

Lee had escaped with a sound talking to, under promise of never "mixing with those dratted Weasley twins again", which, naturally, he pointedly ignored.

Percy had been forgiven for everything and been rewarded with a set of new (second hand) robes

Charlie was still playing Quiddich, though Bill was starting to play less often. Charlie asked Percy but with no luck.

He put his broom in the shed and started to walk away. However, being frustrated can cause forgetfulness. And in his frustration, he forgot to lock the broom shed.

Fred and George had sneaked out of the house away from their mother, who was annoyed at them for "accidentally" dropping an extremely large earthworm in Mr. Weasley's spaghetti.

When they thought they had gone far enough, they slowed to a crawl, literally.

Fred leaned against the unlocked door of the broom shed, and fell backwards against the brooms.

He fell on top of Bills Comet 260 and zoomed off into the air. He gripped onto the handle as he flew off into the air.

George immediately crawled over and grabbed Mr Weasley's Comet 260 and flew off after his brother.

After Fred had gained balance, they started picking up acorns from the wood, and started throwing them at each other.

Charlie had gone up to his room, shoulder-barging a tired looking Bill aside and went up to his bed.

He lay down facing the window, as he always did, and noticed some red blurs come towards him alarmingly fast.

Smash!

Crash!

Charlie looked despairingly at the twins. He suddenly heard Mrs. Weasley shouting downstairs.

He grabbed the 2 brooms and the twins, and flew out of the window, up to Bill's window and rapped hard on the glass. Bill peered out and jumped back in alarm at the sight.

"Bill, can you get on the other broom? We don't have much time. Take this one."

"My name is Fred."

"I'm Fred!"

"I thought I was."

"You're George."

"You are."

"No, you are."

"So I am."

While they were arguing, Bill had grabbed George around the waist, got on the other broom, and kicked off.

As they flew over the trees, they heard Mrs. Weasley screaming. They quickened their speed.

"Why am I doing this?" Bill asked Charlie.

"We flew into his window," said the twins in unison.

"Did you do it on purpose?"

"Of course we didn't do it on purpose; we were going for Percy's window." said George, as if everyone knew it was a commonly known fact.

Both of the older children accepted this explanation and there was silence for a few yards.

Back at the Burrow, Mrs. Weasley was muttering to herself.

"How could they ... thought they were better than this ... no note ...ashamed "were just a few of the words Mr. Weasley managed to distinguish from the mutterings.

Mr. Weasley sighed and walked up to Charlie's room.

"Reparo!"

The shattered glass instantly jumped up and flew into their original place, looking better than it originally had.

Mr. Weasley walked around, to let his wife cool down. As he walked he thought about whether it was actually a good idea to use magic to raise a child.

It certainly helped them to speak faster and walk faster, but gave them a bit of an inflated self-confidence, and made them quite hyper.

Mrs. Weasley was already starting to want a new child. It was starting to become quite exhausting.

Bill could feel the twigs bristle his feet. He raised his broom a little bit higher.

"Where are we going?"

"Somewhere far away..."

"How far is it?"

"It's about 20 miles."

"Ok then"

Hey Fred.

What?

I can see Lee's house.

I can see Lee.

I can spit on him.

Go on then.

George gathered all the spit in his mouth into a ball. He let it go precisely when he was above Lee.

Down below, Lee heard some talking above him. He looked up just as George let go of the ball of saliva.

Bull's-eye!

Right between the eyes.

Has he seen us?

Damn.

What's that he's shouting?

Don't know.

Shall we say hello?

On the count of three.

One,

Two,

Three!

Fred and George slid off their brooms in unison. They both fell far below.

Both Bill and Charlie grabbed at the air where they were a moment before.

They started to fall down, down, down.

Lee started running. He ran as fast as he could. But it wasn't fast enough.

Splat!

"Hello." Said Fred

"Your nose is wet." added George

"I know."

Back above, Bill and Charlie were arguing.

"You were supposed to watch them." Charlie complained.

"I thought you were."

"I was watching the sky."

"They're near the Digory's house."

"I thought we were going there anyway."

"I was going to take them to a Quiddich match."

"Trust you."

"So what do you want to do now?"

"Go home?"

"With Mum being completely mental? Why not just go off to the Quiddich match?"

Resigned to fate, Bill followed his brother as they flew off, away from their brothers.

"So where do you want to go?"

"Don't know."

"Hey, George, where are Bill and Charlie going?"

"Don't know."

"Hey, there's some other kid who lives quite close." Lee suggested "Why don't we go see him?"

"Ok, got nothing better to do."

Tiffany was sitting on the bed in her room. Her older brother Cedric was being a stuck up little (use own imagination).

She was still quite young, one whole year younger than Cedric. Yet she was so much brighter.

She had been studying to become so bright, mainly because she wanted to be in Ravenclaw, not Hufflepuff like the rest of her family.

Still, he wasn't that bad. At least not as bad as she had been told by her father, who had been told by Mr. Weasley, that the youngest Weasley children were.

There was a ring at the door. She heard her Mother open it, and scream out loud.

She ran downstairs to see what was wrong, and screamed, very high – pitched, and very loudly.

Standing in the doorway were three boys, ragged, bleeding and generally dirty in everyway it was possible.

For some strange reason, the middle one looked like he had spit on his nose.

Her Dad and Cedric came down after her. The silence was broken by her Cedric.

"You're Weasleys!"

"Well observed."

He's an idiot.

I agree.

Let's annoy him.

I agree.

"Well, at least you two on the ends are, but I don't know you name." He said, pointing at Lee.

"I'm Lee Jordan."

"Hello Lee, can I ask you why you are at my house?" Her Dad asked him

"Um, well, Fred and George dropped in to see me and my parents are out. You were the closest wizard family I knew in the area, so I thought I should come here."

Tiffany didn't believe a word of it, but her parents and her idiotic brother accepted them in with open arms, it was no wonder that she wanted to be in Ravenclaw.

"So, what do you want to do?" Mrs. Digory asked kindly.

"We just want to have a look around."

"Ok then."

Cedric walked other to greet the twins, and held out a hand.

"Hello, my name is Cedric, and this is my sister, Tiffany."

"Hi."

"Hey."

"My name is George." Said George

"I thought I was George."

Not now.

Sorry.

"Oh yeah, I'm Fred, aren't I."

"Yes you are."

"And the ugly guy with Dreadlocks is Lee."

At this remark, Lee stepped hard on Fred's foot.

"Ow, what was that for?"

"Calling me ugly, spitting on my face and falling on me from fifty feet in the air."

"That was George who spat on your face."

"Was it?"

"No, it was Fred." George hastened to correct his brother.

Lee punched Fred in the arm and went to see Mrs. Digory. Cedric quickly followed.

Tiffany looked at the two twins, trying to find a difference to tell them apart. After this had no apparent success, she decided to ask what they had done to get such a bad reputation, and check any differences in their personalities.

"How come you are so identical?"

"We're twins" they said in unison.

"What is the real reason you are here?"

She knows.

What do we say?

Don't know.

Shall we tell her the truth?

A little bit of it.

"We're hiding."

"From who, exactly?"

"Our mother."

"Why?"

"We were in trouble." George half - explained

"Why?"

Fred was worried. She was slowly drawing more and more information out. George didn't seem to have noticed.

"We annoyed her." George answered.

"How?"

"Does it matter?" Fred cut in.

"Yes, it does."

"Why?"

"Because you two have turned up at my house, uninvited, lied to my parents and I want to know why?" She explained, and seeing the scared look on their faces, she added, "Don't worry, I won't tell them anything at all."

"Oh. Ok then."

"So..."

"We put an earthworm in my Dad's food and crashed a broomstick into my older brother's window, and left without leaving a note."

"Fair enough."

"Good game, isn't it?" Charlie asked his brother.

"Sure." Bill replied unenthusiastically.

He looked around the stadium. They were just about the only people here.

"Who's playing?"

"Ottery St. Catchpole platypuses and the Scarborough seagulls."

"And which league is it?"

"The 23rd."

Bill groaned. He was sure that he could play for either team if he could be bothered.

"Mum ought to have calmed down by now"

"Ok, let's go then."

"I'm not taking any blame for this."

"You know, they weren't that bad on brooms."

"Sure, whatever you say."

In the Digory's kitchen, Lee was talking with Mrs. Digory.

"Would you like to stay the night dear?"

"No thank you, I had better get home."

"Are you sure? It's quite dark and it wouldn't be any bother."

"No, I'm sure you will have your hands full with those two."

"Hm. Yes. You might be right there."

"I'll just go now. See ya Ced."

"See ya."

Bill and Charlie had just about got through the door when they heard Mrs. Weasley scream with delight.

"Oh you're back, thank heavens."

But then she stopped for a moment.

"Where are the twins?" She asked suspiciously

"They, um, went to see a friend."

"Where are they now?"

"Quite safe" said a voice from the corner.

"Amos" Sighed Mrs. Weasley in relief.

"Fred and George are safe at our house, I can keep them there if you wish, or bring them back."

"Leave them there for the night; I'll come in the morning."

"Ok."

He Disapparated back to his home with a loud crack, leaving behind a satisfied looking Mrs. Weasley and a completely stunned looking Bill and Charlie.

Back at the Digory's house, Amos told Fred and George they would be staying the night. He also told them that there was only room for one person in Cedric's room and likewise in Tiffany's room. George instantly choose Tiffany's room and Fred got stuck with an instantly disgusted Cedric.

In Tiffany's room, George went out like a light, as did Tiffany, in Cedric's room, things were different.

Cedric was asleep and Fred was slowly doing more and more annoying things.

Making loud noises, burning all his underwear, drenching the bedclothes in water to look like Cedric had wet himself, that sort of thing.

A job well done, Fred lay back on his bed, and went to sleep

Wahoo,

What an exhausting chapter.

Notice Fred's instant dislike for Cedric and how both twins could fly before they could walk. Yet another interesting fact.

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