Disclaimer: I do not possess any of the characters in this story (except for Prissy Parkinson!).
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The Great Hall...
After their classes ended, the students of Hogwarts reported to the Great Hall to have dinner and socialize with their fellow colleagues. With the exception of George (who happens to be in detention right now because of his loving and honest twin brother), the entire gang ate and laughed about.
"Oh Angelina, darling," Fred spoke femininely as he carelessly waved his hand "that Cranberry Brandy lipstick looks classy on you; it brings out the blue in your eyes!"
Angelina squealed, "Thank you love! Don't you just fancy Alma Bonita's line of cosmetics?"
"A mi me gusto mucho. Wee wee!!"
"I didn't know you could speak a foreign language Fred!" Oliver said astonished.
"Me neither!" Fred laughed, "I was just reading a punch line from The Daily Jokes section in today's paper." Fred showed them the newspaper.
"Sorry Fred, I should've known better." Chuckled Oliver.
Flabbergasted by what Oliver said, Fred exclaimed "Oy! Oliver, what's that supposed to mean?"
"What he meant to say was: you are far too unintelligent to actually learn a foreign language!" Angelina joked.
Fred rolled his eyes, "Hah ha my stomach really hurts from all that laughing!"
Oliver laughed. "I think Angelina has it all mixed up!"
Angelina gaped, "Well excuse me! I think you—"
"No! You've definitely got the description mixed up; as surprising as it may seem, Fred does have some noggin...as for Neville Longbottom—no wait that sounds a little harsh....uh....Crabbe and Goyle (that's it!) fit that category without a doubt!"
Fred raised his goblet, "Hear, hear!"
Angelina smiled, "I suppose you're right."
"My dear Angelina," Fred said in mock tone, "good ol' Oliver has always been right since—"
"You can stop lying now Fred; it won't do you any good!" Oliver warned.
"Why would I lie, I'm talking about my best friend here! I don't backstab my friends like Marcus Flint does! Oh I forgot to tell you Ollie: Flint owes me 200 galleons today!"
Oliver exclaimed surprised, "Wait! You bloody bastard!"
Fred smirked, "I am the bastard of the bastards."
"What the hell did you do to get him to do such a thing?" Oliver laughed.
Angelina looked very concerned, "I hope you didn't tell him our secret plan to raid the Slytherin locker rooms!!"
"Relax love; I would never do such thing! And it's all very simple really; I only told him that I'd help him show his feelings for Prissy Parkinson for a little fee." Fred said innocently.
"You really aren't going to hook him up with Prissy Parkinson, are you?" Angelina cocked an eyebrow.
Fred looked up at the ceiling, "Maybe or maybe not...just wait and see!"
Angelina smirked, "You dirty scum! Flint will never forgive you if you don't, you know that right?"
"Relax...I've got it all under control!"
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Hogwarts Corridors...
"Weasley!" Marcus Flint called after Fred as he was heading back to the common room.
Fred turned around and grinned, "Troll face! How nice to see you buddy! Did you have a great time during Potions today when—"
"Shut up! I'm not here to make friends or discuss Potions with you; I'm here to do business." Marcus growled.
Fred rolled his eyes, "Who said we were to become friends? By all means necessary, hand me the letter and you can be on your way!"
Marcus handed him the letter. "And the dough!" Fred added.
"How much do I owe you again?"
"Hmm....by my calculations: 200 galleons including additional fees." Fred stated.
"Additional fees?! What is this? You think this is some sort of joke?! I do not owe you any more or less than 200 galleons." Marcus argued.
"Hey! Hey! Hey! No need to be Jewish I could cut back on the fee but since you argue too much I think I'll double it!" Fred argued back
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Gryffindor Common Room...
"Do you suppose Professor Snape would be able to tell the difference between—"
"Blimey George! You've been asking stupid questions all day! Will you just shut up a minute I'm trying to figure out how I'm going to get this letter to Oliver?" Fred snapped.
George shrugged, "Simple, just be a good chap and hand him the letter saying it's from Flint."
"I would, but he knows I'm doing Flint a favor." Fred rolled his eyes.
George frowned as he sat down, "Well I'm sorry brother, but it seems that you have no choice but to just drop this whole—"
Fred gasped, "George how could you say such a thing!"
Because his heels were clicking, George was thinking really hard about something...
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30 minutes later...
"How about we get Neville Longbottom to give the note to him? I mean, all we have to tell him is this letter," George held up an unaddressed envelope, "is from Marcus Flint to Oliver Wood! Just make sure you tell him to put it in Wood's wardrobe full of his boxers before anyone enters!" George said excitedly.
Fred shrugged, "Great plan, only I think we could've done that instead of Neville."
"Fred! George! I really need your help." Oliver said as he rushed into the dormitory.
Fred quickly hid the letter under his shirt. George got out of his chair and stood straight up, "Is something wrong Oliver, you look like you've seen a ghost?!"
Oliver cocked an eyebrow, "We see ghosts wandering the corridors day and night."
"Oh that's right..."
"You're excused...anyway you two have got to help me!"
"Spill it!"
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The Next Day.....
(Hogwarts Grounds)
George held up three envelops, "So I've got a total of three letters."
"Including the false one we wrote to Prissy with Flint's signature?" Fred asked just to make sure.
"Like duh!"
"Like good!"
"Fred, I think we should go to Muggle America someday and try out for Hollywood doesn't that sound brilliant?"
"Of course it does! But anyway, we've got another drama to deal with right now like—shit...these envelops look the same!" Fred cried.
"Have you gone mad? It's not like you can't tell the difference between them because these letters should obviously be addressed." George checked the envelopes, "Bloody hell! Why are these letters unaddressed?!"
"Oh no...Now is not the time to panic because their probably stacked in the order as when they were given to us." Fred said nervously.
George gulped, "I suppose you're right, now all we have to do is write the addressees' names on the envelopes."
"Right, so the top letter was the one we wrote so write 'Prissy' on that—no not with your own quill, Fred! Use 'The Mysterious Writer Quill' so there won't be any evidence! Now the middle one should be addressed to 'Angelina' and the last should be addressed to 'Wood'."
George groaned, "This is our unlucky day! Bloody quill ran out of ink!"
Fred frowned for a second but then returned to normal, "So how many names were you able to write?"
"Just Prissy's name and that's about it."
Fred grunted, "That's okay we know the difference, we'll just owl it to them I suppose."
"Hey Fred!" George said excitedly.
"What?" Fred responded a bit dully, the poor boy was stressed with anxiety...they will be able to get the right letters delivered to the right people, right? ([A/N]: Too many 'rights', right? he he!)
"Since Oliver, Angelina, and Prissy are not far from where we're hiding, how about we just levitate the letters to land near them?"
Fred's face suddenly brightened. Can it be? Could it possibly work? "You've dunnit by George!"
George scratched his head. "Huh?"
"Never mind what I said! Hand me Prissy's letter." George handed Fred the envelope, "Wingardium Leviosa!" Fred whispered.
The envelope gently floated straight ahead with the breeze towards Prissy who was sitting on a low cobblestone wall with her books next to her (fortunately her back was facing the twins) and landed lightly on top of her books.
"Victory is sweet!" Fred whispered.
"It's my turn now! My turn!" George raised his hand and waved it around childishly.
"Go ahead."
George picked up the envelope that was supposedly addressed to Angelina. "Wingardium Leviosa!"
The envelope drifted towards the right to where Angelina was sitting in the grass and landed straight on top of her school bag.
Now it was time to levitate Oliver's letter! Fred said the incantation and watched the envelope drift towards the left floating gently like a butterfly (except it wasn't a butterfly) but suddenly the wind changed direction! Making the envelope fly straight ahead towards Prissy again!
"No!" cried Fred, "Reversio! Reversio!! No! Come back here!"
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Prissy's POV
The sky is so beautiful I wish I could touch the clouds and—ouch! What hit me on the back of my head?! I turned around and saw nobody was there behind me (except a huge boulder...strange, I didn't see that boulder a while ago, Hogwarts is an odd school!).
Wait! What is this envelope doing on the ground? I hop off the wall and go to pick the unaddressed letter up. As I pick it up I notice the boulder has disappeared...there's something fishy going on here; I hope I don't have another stalker, I've got plenty to deal with!
Who is this letter for? Who wrote it? What's inside it...hmm what is written inside it?
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General POV
Taking their hiding spot with them, Fred and George immediately ran away as Prissy turned around and picked up the letter.
"Prissy's going to read the letter now and it wasn't even addressed to her! This is entirely your fault! If you had waited for the wind to calm down a bit, perhaps then the letter would've been in safe conditions." George shouted.
"Are your knickers too tight or something?! It was not my fault the wind blew it off and carried it to the wrong person!" argued Fred.
George remained silent.
"I suppose we have no other choice but to wait and see." Fred said calmly.
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[A/N]: Hey guys Roxie here live from Queens, NYC baby! I'm really sorry I kept my reviewers waiting; I seriously didn't have much time with school (grades, homework, spirit club, sports, etc...) going on and everything it was a disaster. Plus I went overseas this summer and I just moved to New York! Did I mention that I rode a camel...? (Yes a camel!) In Saudi Arabia Ooh it was so fun! And then I shopped around in Bangladesh and rode rickshaas. I want to thank my reviewers for still showing their support, and if it weren't you guys I would've gave up on this story! Thank you so much, now go ahead and scroll down to see your name and comment. Have a nice day!
List of Thanks:
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Ashleigh: My reviewer since the first chapter! You know what; it's like reviewers like you that make me want to update my fic even faster (only the problem is it takes me a while to think of what will happen next!) I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter and I look forward to reading your next review.
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PassionatePink: Pinky! Hey girl what's up? Thanks so much for the review and the tips. I tried not to drag the conversation on between some of the characters in this chapter; in fact, I cut a whole lot of parts out this time which took a while. Unlike "donkey-boy" above, you have great tips/ideas...if you have any suggestions for the next chapter, please feel free to let me know! Oh by the way, I don't know if I said this earlier but pink is like my favorite color! Omg I have everything pink from my Dooney and Bourke purse up to my Abercrombie tee! It's kinda silly if you ask me, but hey who hates pink, ya know?? Well you have a nice day and I'll ttyl!
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