"Happy Halloween, brother!"
"And it looks like it's going to be the best Halloween yet, Fred!" He smirked, knowing that his twin knew where Geroge's thoughts lay. "I just hope Umbridge finds it as..entertaining as we do!"
"I doubt she'll be amused, but the old toad deserves it."
"Got all the supplies, mate?"
Fred held up the two items in response.
"Perfect. And I'll get Peeves right now."
With that, they exited the Gryffindor common room and jorneyed to the Great Hall.
-
"Do you see Umbridge yet?"
"Not yet. Oh look George, Ickle Ronniekins is sitting by himself today. Should we go bug him about why?"
"Nah, he's probably still not in the greatest mood."
George looked up at Fred in comfusion. "Not that Ron is ever exactly in a good mood-at least, not around us, y'know-but what happened?
"I know something and you don't? Gee, that's a first."
"Oi!" He smacked his brother on the shoulder. "Just shut up and tell me what happened!"
"Okay, okay! Ron got in a terrible fight with Hermione. Apparently it's their worst one yet."
"Yikes." George winced. "What do you reckon it's about?"
"No idea. You see Peeves or Umbrige yet?"
"No, but I see Harry, and Hermione, And I see Ron storming off."
"Wow, it must have been some fight."
"For now, at least, they're still together."
"Oh, good. can't have that hreakup awkwardness at Christmas Holidays." George said dryly and Fred smirked.
"I see Peeves!" Fred exclaimed suddenly.
"Hey Peeves!" Fred said cautiously. "Want to make some trouble for Professor Umbrige?"
"Ah!" He claimed. "Ickle troublemakers want me to play their game, do they?"
"We-we heard you're really good at wreaking havoc and ruining someone's day! We need you to ruin Umbridge's."
"The pranksters want me to join in their fun!" the Poltergist cackled gleefully.
"But...wait," His eyes narrowed. "What's in it for you guys?"
"We have our own plans." George smiled as Fred held up a backpack.
"This Professor is about to have horrid day indeed! Should tell the Headmaster, I should."
At that last sentance, Fred and George looked worriedly at eachother. They didn't think Peeves would say that.
"You'll only get in trouble for being roped in!" George said, hoping Peeves wouldn't go to the Headmaster.
"What's in the bag?" Peeves asked finally, a sign that he agreed to join in on the madness that the twins were creating.
"That's only for us to know." George said mysteriously. "Just do your worst, Peeves."
Peeves laughed gleefully again as all three of them saw the school's most hated Professor just outside of the Great Hall, talking to some students. The Poltergist floated up to the Great Hall, as the twins ran up to the head table behind where Umbridge usually sits.
Out of thin air, Peeves conjoured a great number of water balloons. As the lady in pink walked in, he threw the first balloon on her head, soaking her from head to toe.
"PEEVES!" She shouted angrily. She looked up at him helplessly, unsure of what to, since at her height, she was barely taller than Professor Flitwick to begin with, much less did she have the ability to reach Peeves or the celling.
As she stood there staring at him, he only threw another wet ballon and cackled. She, to her credit, decided to let Peeves finish whatever he was doing and head to her seat.
Fred and George, having finished set up what they had planned, snuck away from the head table and sat at the front of the Gryffindor table, laughing at Peeve's antics.
As the woman finally reached her seat and sat in it, two dungbombs exploded underneath her chair causing the women to scream in fright.
Laughter rang around the room. Out of the corner of his eye, Fred swore that Mcgonagall smirked.
In addition, she now had a nasty smell stuck to her.
"I'M GOING TO GET YOU OUT OF THIS SCHOOL IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO, PEEVES!" She shouted angrily.
The twins snickered. The fact that they didn't get caught was the best part of all, in their opinion.
-
"Hullo there, Harry!" Fred called as Harry passed the Gryffindor table, but paused to talk to the two brothers.
"Hey guys," Harry answered
"What's up, mate?" He asked.
"Not much. I heard you gave Umbridge hell this morning!" Harry giggled. Rumors among the Gryffindors grew fast, though how this one got started, they didn't know. But this was Harry, so they met it slide.
"That we did!" George crowed. "Peeves joined in, of course. Did you hear how it happened?"
"Dungbombs and water ballons! Brilliant!"
"Thank you, thank you!" The brothers chorused.
Students were starting to enter, though not many have come in yet, nor have the Professors made an entrance.
"I'll see you later, guys!" Harry saod, running to sit somewhere in between Ron and Hermione.
"Ready, Forge?"
"It's now or never, Gred."
Quickly, the two got up from the end of the Gryffindor table. They passed their friend Angelina in response, who waved, and George winked at her in response.
"I know you like her, but do you have to be so obvious about it?" Fred muttered.
"It's what I do, brother!"
They once again slinked over to Umbridge's chair, bag in tow. They placed an enchanted whopee cushion-an object of their own creativity which will be a part of the joke shop they hope to run in the future-on the seat of her chair. Then, they snuck back to the Gryffindor table-and just in the nick of time, for each Professor began to take their seats and the rest of the school had joined them.
"Well hello, Angie." George said.
"Why do I feel like tonight is going to be intresting because of you two?"
"Because we live to make this place interesting, Angelina." Fred said smoothly as Professor Mcgonagall took a seat next to where Umbridge was about to sit.
"I saw you put something on her chair! What was-"
"Shh! Watch," George invited.
Time seemed to go in slow motion because of the boys' excitement. As soon as she sat, a large, resounding sound of a fart filled the Hall, followed by a terrible smell, and fireworks. Umbridge jumped back up, startled.
"I'M GOING TO MAKE SURE WHOEVER DID THIS IS EXPELLED!" she thundered, then sat down again.
Laughter as loud as this morning's filled the Hall. Umbridge, however, did not join in, instead looking murderous.
Fred saw Harry grin wickedly and then face the twins and give a thumbs up. Of course Harry would know it was them.
George saw his Head of House snicker for the second time that day.
-
At the end of the Halloween Feast, Mcgonagall strode over to them as soon as students made to leave.
"You two. My office. Now." She said before promptly walking away.
"You don't think she knows it was you two, do you?" Angelina raised her eyebrows worriedly.
"Nah. Sne probably just wants our charming good looks." George joked, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Cmon mate, ask Angelina to be your girlfriend already!" Fred muttered as they exited the Great Hall.
"Maybe I will. Soon." Answered George simply.
-
"Ah, Minnie!"
"It's Professor Mcgonagall to you two!" She clicked her tongue disaprovingly. "Sit down, please."
They did.
"I could swear," the Transfiguration Professor started mysteriously, "that I saw two red-heads plant a dungbomb underneath Professor Umbridge's chair this morning. Am I correct or am I seeing things?
"How do you know that we were the two red-heads that you saw, Professor?"
"Because no one else is as mischevious as you two, Mr. Weasley," she retorted to them both.
With a sigh, George hung his head. "Yes, it was us."
"Peeves joined us, of course!" Fred chimed in, earning a nudge from George.
"I see. And am I also correct in assuming that tonight's prank was you two, as well?"
"Of course!" Fred said brightly.
By now, he and George accepted that they were indeed in trouble.
"Have a biscuit, boys." She smiled.
"W-what?" That wasn't what they expected.
"Take a biscuit!"
"You don't like Professor Umbridge either, do you?" Fred questioned.
"You know I can't say things like that about another Professor," she stated, and then winked, letting the boys know that the answer was indeed yes. "You may go."
"Thank you, Minnie!" The boys chorused as they stood up.
"It's Professor Mcgonagall to you two!" But they could hear the grin in her voice.
They grinned sheepishly at the older scottish woman and then turned to open the door.
"Boys!" She called before they left. "Don't let Umbridge-or anyone else-catch you in your antics the next time."
"Don't worry! We know what we're doing!" George responded mysteriously.
-
"So, did she know it was you?" Angelina asked upon their return.
"Yeah, but-" George answered.
"-she gave us a biscuit and sent us away." Fred finished.
"I wonder what caused her to do that?"
George leaned in really close, winked, and whispered, "Word on the street is that she doesn't like the old toad either."
"I think she just gave us free rein," giggled Fred.
At the girl's questioning look, he explained.
"She told us not to let anyone see us the next time."
"...So that must mean she wants us to bug the toad in pink all we can." George snickered.
"Just be careful," she admonished.
"Oh, you know we will, Angie. Want to play a round of Exploading Snap before bed?"
"As long as you don't care about losing, George Weasley!"
"I think it should be you that should worry about losing! Should we deal you in, Fred?"
"Nah, I think I'm gonna go up to bed, brother." He said, sending George a meaningful look.
George, knowing what he was getting at, rolled his eyes.
I hope you enjoy! This was once part of a story that I have since begun to rewrite (Never Truly Alone-keep an eye out for that!) and with a few edits I thought it would make a great one-shot!