"Fred, I have a plan," Hermione said excitedly, popping out of a secret passage and startling the twin that had been heading downstairs for breakfast.
"Oh, do you," he asked, pulling her into his arms and leaning down to kiss her.
"I do, a plan for mischief and Mayhem," she breathed against his lips as he closed the distance between them, her sweet sighs encouraging him to continue.
"I'm always willing to engage in mischief he told her, wriggling his eyebrows.
"Maybe later we can get up to naughty mischief but for now I need your help implementing my plan. Do you think you could cause a large distraction for me," she questioned?
"Sure, I can but what will you be doing," he asked.
"Slipping something into the pumpkin juice," she told him happily, pecking his lips quickly before disappearing back into the passage from which she came.
Fred preceded down the stairs and slipped into the Great Hall quietly where he took his seat at the Gryffindor table, awaiting Hermione's arrival. He waited for her to come in, take her seat and load her plate before stealthily removing his wand and casting a spell he had discovered in the library. The bewitched ceiling turned black, rolling thunder clouds coming out of nowhere. Some of the younger children screamed at the sudden sounds of thunder, rocking the very walls of the ancient castle, more still when lightning struck the stone floor. Some however laughed as among the rain that descended from the sky were toads; hundreds of pink toads that fell from the sky, hopping untamed around the Great Hall. With another flick of his wand a neon arrow appeared above Umbridge, the words, Mother Toad, affixed above the now enraged woman whose toad like nostrils flared enraged, Fred hid his wand, watching the mayhem around him, but also watching Hermione who was wandlessly levitating something invisible into all of the Pumpkin juice jugs within the Great Hall.
"WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS:" the pink toad like professor screamed, waving her wand wildly around the room, trying to return the ceiling to reflect the pristine blue sky outside. "WHY ARE YOU SAT DOING NOHING," she screamed at McGonagall and the other professors.
"I'm sorry Delores but one of your Educational Decrees states that I may only help with my own subject, this is clearly some form of astrological spell, nothing to do with Transfiguration, I'm also not allowed to punish students as once more one of your degrees states all punishments will be made by the High Inquisitor pf Hogwarts, which is you Delores. May I suggest that you contact a Weather Witch from the Ministry as none of the staff here are able to help rectify this situation. As for everyone else let's continue our breakfast, classes start in ten minutes the head of Gryffindor spoke loudly, raising her glass of freshly poured pumpkin juice to her lips.
"Oh shit," Fred whispered in horror as an almighty pop sounded in the room, where McGonagall had been stood there was now a lioness that gave an almighty raw, it's eye's fixed on Umbridge who screamed in terror as more pops sounded throughout the hall; casting his eyes around the room Fred could see; snakes, lions, badgers and Eagles everywhere. With a chuckle he raised his glass to his lips, letting out a raw as he transformed into his house mascot.