Disclaimer: I wish I owned Harry Potter. Sadly, it all belongs to JK Rowling

Fred Weasley

I'm so bored. Here I am, sitting in my chair, for a stupid History of Magic exam I finished half an hour ago. I'm not afraid or worried that I hardly tried. I mean, who cares about History? Who cares when you got a start-up loan from a good friend so your shared dreams of a joke shop were in action?

So I wait. Waiting for this stupid exam to be over. I wish I had my watch with me, but I left it in my dormitory. To my great relief, I hear old Binns say "Times up! Pass your papers to the front."

Finally. I pass my paper up and wait patiently for another few seconds. The words "You may now leave," barely escaped his lips when I rushed out of the room, yelling "PARTY!"

I can hear the class laughing. Not that that's unexpected when George and I have taken full time jobs as class comedian. Ah, here's my partner in crime!

"Hello Mr. Forge," he says to me with a mock-serious expression.

"Hello Mr. Gred," I say, barely concealing my grin.

"Where's Lee?" Lee Jordan. An associate involved in Operation Joke-Shop. He's been in on this gig for ages. "We have a party to plan. You didn't forget did you?"

How could I forget? We'd be celebrating end of exams, drown ourselves in loads of butterbeer and collect tons of orders for products our loyal customers and friends will purchase. We'll be rich!

"No, 'course not," I say scowling.

We descend the marble staircase, take the secret passage behind a tapestry and locate him in the Gryffindor common room, holding bags of crisps.

"Hey Lee," George and I say in unison.

"Hi. I got the crisps, butterbeer and some other snacks from the kitchens. I love house-elves, they are so helpful."

I nod in agreement. Then I remember something. And by the look on Georges face, I reckon the same thought occurred to him.

"What about Hermione's-" I start.

"-Stupid elf society," finishes George, grinning.

"I reckon we should slip her some Firewhiskey instead so she'll be drunk and won't remember," I say. George and Lee howled with laughter.

But as events transpired, we didn't even have to worry about Hermione's stupid saving-elves rubbish. She came into the common room (at which point, we hid the snacks from her) grabbed her books and marched back out. Bet she's studying again.

Speaking of snacks, I can't wait to see everyone eat them. We hexed loads of stuff and slipped in trick sweets into the stash of candy.

More and more of our fellow Gryffindors came in by the minute. As soon as all of the normal members of our house who chose not to study, we, that is to say, George, Lee and I, tossed sweets into the crowd.

Our first victim was Ron. As soon as he bit into the sweet, he started puking everywhere! Oh it was brilliant, everyone was desperately trying to avoid getting sick on themselves and the puking wouldn't stop. Then I had to strode over, force him to chew on a Candy Cure, thus healing his upset stomach.

George and I practically robbed him that night. He drank at least several bottles of butterbeer and we sold him four galleons worth of sweets. Good thing he doesn't remember or he'd try to kill us later. That would be a laugh.

So while everyone was getting more and more… err… high, jumping, yelling and whooping, we made fifty galleons by collecting orders from people who love our stuff.

Some people (like Percy and Hermione) went to bed early. I glimpsed Harry trudging back to his dormitory around one o'clock. But most of us, partied 'til three in the morning.

At that point, McGonagall came barging in and ordered us in her most bossy tone "Go to bed," as if parties are illegal. She needs to go to a party. Maybe George and I can convince Dumbledore to let us hold one for the teachers so they have a taste of a real life. But we're not inviting Snape. Definitely not.

So exams are done, we're never going to worry about them again and parties are the best way to end them! Oh and pranks are brilliant too!

R.I.P Fred. (sob)