George
"Breakfast was great, yeah?" I nudged Fred. He blinked, then nodded and lay his head back down. I didn't blame him. History of Magic was possibly one of the most boring classes I had ever experienced, and I had experienced many boring classes in my many years. Professor Binns floated 9 inches above the ground, and droaned on about Barny the Barmy or someone. I wasn't really paying attention. Sammy, the girl from the train was sitting in front of me, and I kept having a strange urge to pull her curls.
"George. Snap out of it." I muttered. Fred mumbled in his sleep and adjusted his arms under his head.
"3…2…1" I heard him whisper, then "BOOM!" The explosion rocked my seat, and jolted all the napping students awake. Professor Binns didn't even look up. I crept to the classroom door, and peered out. Green slime was everywhere, on the walls, floors, covering the suits of armor. It smelled foul, a cross between rotten eggs and socks that had been worn for 3 weeks straight. In summary, not pleasant. Our bomb had worked. The reign of The Twins had begun.
Of course, Percy told Professor McGonagall that it was us. Honestly, what happened to family? Filch cackled when we were escorted by our ears to his office.
"Heheheh. Ickle first years got in trouble? If we could use the old punishments, you would never think to be naughty."
He grumbled some more as he searched through a drawer of records. As he did, I noticed a drawer marked "Dangerous-confiscated." I nudged Fred, and nodded towards it. He grinned, and began to sidle towards it. I counted to five, then gasped.
"Sir, what was that?" Filch grunted.
"What? I didn't hear nothing."
"I'm sure I heard something! A scream!" Filch growled and limped towards the door. Quickly, Fred snatched something out of the drawer, and we ran, pushing past Filch and not stopping until we reached our dorm.
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