"You're stupid, inadequate and a disgrace to your profession!" Fred yelled at an unruly knight. The knight charged angrily at Fred, only to be picked up by a bemused Ron, who was holding him unsteadily between his thumb and index finger.
"Ouch!" Ron screamed, the victim of a brutal stab by the unruly knight. He set the knight back on the board. "You on the horse, stay on your space. And don't blame him Fred, he can only do what he's told. It's not his fault I'm kicking your arse."
Fred took it all in turn, responding quippily, "Well, George and I got all the looks so I suppose it's good you have something." Speak of the devil, just as Fred finished his sentence, the portal to the room opened and George ran into the common room at breakneck speed. He dived arse-first into a chair, sliding it several feet, and immediately began what was probably his attempt at looking nonchalant.
"You wouldn't be in trouble, would you Georgie?"
"Me? Never."
Filch's crazed face appeared in the common room door a second later and hissed, "Weasley!"
"What's happened now?" George asked unconvincingly. "Has someone gotten into trouble again? Tut-tut, well you know children. Can't help themselves, can they?"
"You did it!"
"He couldn't possibly've Filch, he's been here the whole time. Hasn't he Ron?" Fred nudged Ron who grunted noncommittally. A first year piped in eagerly in his place, "Yeah Mr. Filch, I swear. He's been here since I came down an hour and a half ago."
"He was here before me, two hours ago!" His friend seconded helpfully.
Filch just about screamed but managed to contain himself. His face was purple with rage as he spat, "I'll get you. One day Weasleys, I'll get you." With one last nasty glance at the boys, he tore out of the room before his control could fade.
"And our little dog too?" Fred shouted after him.
God help the next person that crossed his path, Fred could see Filch's head exploding. It was all in good fun though. George turned to the two helpful lower classmen and shot them an appreciative smile.
"Thanks. That was real decent of you guys."
He stood up and beckoned to his twin, who immediately stood up from the unfinished game, to many loud protests from Ron. Nevertheless, Fred followed sat down next to George.
"So…."
The latter's eyes were shining like the high beams of a car, so Fred knew it must have been good.
"I can believe you would pull something like that without me. I'm hurt George, honestly I am."
"Just a little test run. I think it's ready for a trial basis, and I think I know the perfect person to start with."
A certain Scottish captain was about to get payback for an awful lot of hurricane-force gale quidditch practice.