History of Magic was so boring. Monday afternoon found the twins stuck in the humid classroom amongst the Hufflepuff third years. No one seemed to be paying attention whatsoever. Most played silent games of hangman while others were doing homework from different classes entirely. Fred and George on the other hand were in the midst of planning.
It wasn't uncommon for them to talk quietly amongst themselves. No one payed them any mind as they passed notes back and forth to each other, least of all Professor Binns.
Where should we brew the potion? Wrote Fred.
I was thinking Myrtle's bathroom, George replied.
Fred glanced at him like he was crazy and wrote furiously in return.
Like that isn't suspicious at all! Firstly, if we get caught going into a girls loo we'll get into trouble. Secondly, Dumbledore will wonder why the bloody hell we're in there when he sees us on the map! Fred roughly shoved the paper over to George.
Sighing in impatience, George wrote back.
We won't get caught. And we can get Finnegan to tell Dumbledore that we've made friends with Myrtle. Plus, no one goes in that loo let alone near it so we won't be interrupted.
Fred read his response and acquiesced with a nod of his head.
Now that they'd finished their plans, they began to occupy themselves with flicking spit balls over at Lee Jordan. The other boy turned around and fired back. Soon the whole of Gryffindor and even some Hufflepuff students had joined in. All was lost on the oblivious Professor Binns.
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"What about in the meantime?" Fred asked after class.
"Come again?" George replied.
"Won't Dumbledore notice if we stop plotting against him? We should just do little pranks and stuff on the side so he doesn't know what we're really doing!" Fred clarified.
George stopped by the window overlooking the quidditch pitch and considered this interesting proposition. Fred was right, they needed to keep up appearances. Something told him they were going to be doing a lot more prank work, and a LOT less school work.
George cackled maniacally with his hands outstretched in the air. He paid no mind to the students who glanced over at him and his brother. Fred raised a questioning eyebrow at George. He shrugged, grabbed his brother's cloak, and dragged him to the Great Hall for dinner.
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Malfoy looked scared out of his wits. It was downright satisfying! The boy kept looking around as if he was going to be ambushed in the middle of everyone. George looked over and caught Harry's eye. They smirked at each other and turned back to their plates.
A lingering guilt clutched George's conscience but he pushed it back. Harry could handle himself. However, a glance at Snape made all that guilt and more come back. The man was fuming. George had never seen so much color adorn that man's face. Or anyone's face for that matter. It was so red.
Ah jeez, the sooner this is over, the better, George thought. We could just call off the whole thing….
"Nahh," George said aloud with the shaking of his head.
Fred shot him a concerned look.
George shook his head and rolled his eyes to show his brother that he was still sane….sort of. He picked up his fork and resumed eating.
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