Chapter 9: Give It Up For Fred And George
After Maggie, Becca, Tom, and Rupert had explained everything it didn't take them long to bring out Harry and the Potters
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So what's your deal
Are you a prankster?
Or are you just looking for some skiving snackboxes
To get you out of class?
There's puking pastules
And nosebleed nougats
Fever fudge
And fainting fancies
Whatever you need they've got it
At Weasley's Wizard Wheezes
Oh give it up for Fred and George
Oh give it up for Fred and George
Oh
Well I don't think the MHRA
Would let these two kids get away
With these efficacy studies in the Gryffindor common room,
But the fainting fancies
Need dosing studies
And we've got all these 1st years here
So lets try the antidote
Oh give it up for Fred and George
Oh give it up for Fred and George
Skin-a-mar-ink-a-doo
Give it up for Fred and George
Oh give it up for Fred and George
C'mon c'mon c'mon oh
Oh give it up for Fred and George
They're legends in the making
Legends in our minds
Legends in our hearts
Do you remember the portable swamp and how it stayed behind
Like a testament to their times
Spent here
Ron and Harry walked in during the third playing. Ron turned from pink to white to gray to green in a matter of seconds as he saw the four identical boys dosie-doe-ing around the furniture.
"Bloody hell." he moaned, "Not more of 'em! What are you doin here?"
"Now Ronnie-kins!" George chided, "be nice to your new brothers. Meet James and Oliver."
"Not them." Ron groaned. "you. I know why they're here, the same as I others I expect."
"Ooh! A bright one!" James said quietly.
Ron pretended he hadn't heard and continued, "But why are you here?"
"We've used this room since we found it half way through 1st year. It was our lab and storage space. Now Dumbledore lets us use it in exchange for… favors, when he needs them. The real question is, what are you doing here?"
"Ron and I were coming to give Becca and Maggie a tour of the castle." Harry put in before Ron could answer.
Fred turned to George, meaningfully, who turned to Oliver who turned to James. Ron turned his signature marron color. "It's not like that you bloody prig."
"Ron! Language!" Fred mock scolded, "You're in front of ladies."
"Actually," Rupert said before the conversation could get more off track. "I was hoping that I could come too."
"And me!" added Tom.
"Oy!" James put in, "Don't forget about us."
Harry frowned, "I don't' think we can all fit under the cloak."
"No problem." Fred insisted, "I know just the thing." He took his wand and tapped Becca lightly on top of the head.
The others gasped as she slowly disappeared. No, not disapeare, she just became the same exact color of the floral print couch she was sitting on.
"Where'd you learn that?" Ron asked looking up at his brother.
"Moody taught us. It comes in handy a lot."
"Bloody brilliant." Rupert breathed.