A/N: Ugh. Sorry I haven't updated. First I went to camp, and then my grandpa died, so I've been really busy helping out with the memorial service, and I have visit my grandma a lot so she won't get lonely. And then it was my parents anniversary. Anyway, I've been really busy. And a little lazy… SORRY! Plus, I've had… WRITER'S BLOCK! OH NO! NOT THAT! Lol. But seriously. I could take this dance thing in different directions. I know what I want to do, but… WAH! This is hard! I was going to have you guys vote on what should happen, but then I remembered this one flame I got that said they didn't want to read a story where even the author doesn't know what's going on, AND I DO SO KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON! Well, most of the time… I'll be honest, when I write a chapter, I usually just wing it… But anyway, I wanted to show that I can figure out my own gosh darn story and I don't need help! Well, I guess I've been blabbering on long enough. Does anyone even read my author's note?
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"This is getting ridiculous! When will their prank wear off?" asked a desperate and very purple George.
"I don't know," said an equally purple Fred. He sighed.
"It's been eight days! We go to hogsmede tomorrow! We can't go looking like this!"
"I know!" snapped Fred.
George laughed. "The only good thing is that they're probably asking themselves the same thing about that musical prank!"
Fred snorted. "They're probably writing down their rants in that notebook."
George sprang up. "We should steal it!"
"Huh?" Fred asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
"The notebook! If we took that, we'd know everything they're talking about! They said it themselves. They write down their conversations in there." George explained.
Fred smirked. "That's bloody brilliant. But you know they'll hate us for it."
"That's what makes it so funny."
"Not only could we get the scoop on what they're planning, but maybe we could find some dirt on them in that notebook. I bet they talk about girly stuff just as much as they plan their pranks."
"It's perfect! But when and how can we get into their dorm?"
"We don't necessarily have to break into their dorm…" said Fred slyly.
"What do you mean?"
"They carry it around with them, remember? One of us can distract them while the other takes the notebook," explained Fred.
"Distract them? How?" asked George.
"Use your imagination!"
"Oh, no. I'm not doing it. You can do the distraction. You're better at that kind of thing anyway. I never know what to do and I get all flustered!"
Fred smirked. "We wouldn't want that to happen in front of those girls, now would we?" he asked with a hint of smugness in his voice.
"No…" said George slowly, almost carefully.
"I knew it! You like one of them, don't you? Huh?" Fred burst out suddenly. He laughed dryly. "Oh, George! How could you? You traitor! You dirty, rotten, no-good, son-of-a-"
"SHUT UP!" yelled George, changing from a calm purple to bright red, verging on hot pink. "I most certainly DO NOT! That's just stupid! How could you even think that?"
"You just admitted it!" said Fred like he couldn't believe what was happening.
"What?"
"You said you didn't want to get all flustered in front of them because you want to look cool for them, because you obviously like one of them!"
"Now you're just putting words in my mouth. I said no such thing. I was just pointing out that I don't want to have to be the one to distract them because I'm not as good at that kind of thing as you are, and they might figure something's going on if I were to do it!"
"Oh…" Fred rubbed the back of his head and laughed nervously. "Sorry, George. I guess I was just jumping to conclusions…" said Fred, turning pink.
"You think?" asked George sarcastically. He rolled his eyes.
Later That Day
Fred walked down the stairs alone. Well, he appeared to be alone, when in actuality, George was behind him, walking as silently as possible. Let's just say that they had 'borrowed' Harry's invisibility cloak.
They found Natalie and Raquel sitting on the couch in the common room. Perfect.
They were both chatting normally, so they assumed that their musical prank had worn off. Fred hoped that they still carried around that notebook. Luckily for the twins, in their haste that morning, Natalie and Raquel, not realizing the spell had already worn off, tried to grab their notebook, but instead accidentally grabbed something much more sinister… Raquel's diary… Well, it wasn't just Raquel's diary. Natalie did not keep a diary for herself because she was too lazy to make regular entries, so Raquel allowed her to use her diary whenever she needed to vent. It was filled to the brim with all of their thoughts, feelings, and worst of all… secrets… It would prove even more useful to the twins than their book of conversations and possible schemes.
Fred interrupted Natalie in mid-speech. "Helloooo, ladies! I see that our prank wore off of you!"
They both glared icily at him.
"Where's Tweedle Dee?" asked Natalie, referring to George.
"Bathroom," said Fred smoothly…believably…
They both exchanged glances, but they didn't have time for anything else, for Fred plopped down in the small space between them, squeezing his way in.
"I got bored without George, so I decided to grace you both with my divine presence," he stated simply.
"He only went to the bathroom! He'll probably be out in a minute! Don't you have any patience?" Raquel started to rant, but Fred stopped her.
"He's going to take a while. He's been constipated all afternoon. Something didn't quite agree with him at breakfast…"
George mentally slapped his forehead as he began to dig through the girls' bags, both of which laid forgotten at the table behind them. He was going to kill his brother later.
Fred looked amusedly at the girls' disgusted faces. He wrapped his arms around their shoulders and pulled them closer.
"Say… Girls, did I ever tell you the story of how I single-handedly fought off an army of ninja panda bears? And did I mention that they could fly?" he began, his eyes glazing over as he 'recalled' the event.
Natalie and Raquel were both appalled, and you could see it clearly form the expressions on their faces. But Fred just continued merrily. Talking about how the pandas had gigantic swords made out of bamboo, and after he sword-fought them, he had to sumo wrestle them.
George finally pulled out what he thought was their notebook and quietly snuck back up the stairs. When Fred saw George had made it to the dorm successfully, he decided to wrap up the story.
"And so, after I flipped the switch and turned the gravity back on, thereby saving the Earth, I miraculously sprouted wings and flew off into the sunset and joined the circus, but unfortunately, my mum found me and dragged me home by my ear. She made me go back to school again, despite the fact that I had just saved the world, and I desperately needed a break. However, she didn't care, and so here I am, against my will, alas."
Just then, a fully visible George walked down the stairs. "There you are, mate! Didn't know where you'd gotten off to!" He said casually to Fred.
"Ah!" said Fred, his eyes lighting up. "How was your bathroom experience? Do you need to see Madame Pomfrey? From the sounds you were making, you seemed pretty constipated. Are you hurt?"
George groaned, burying his head in his hands. He turned pink from embarrassment (remember, Natalie and Raquel's prank is still in effect). It clashed horribly with his hair.
"Let's just go…"
Fred grinned impishly and sprang up. "Sorry, I must leave you both now, as I am wanted elsewhere."
He followed his brother up the stairs. Before the door closed, Natalie and Raquel swore they heard a WHACK and then Fred whining, "Heeeyyy! What was that for?"
"Do you think they did something to us?" asked Natalie anxiously.
"No, Fred's just an idiot," she said rolling her eyes, although she didn't sound completely convinced herself.
A/N: OMG! I'm soooo sorry! I know I haven't updated in a long time because of camp then my grandpa, and then all this other crap that keeps me busy… And I'm really sorry that this wasn't very long or very good, but I had trouble writing it. I actually started on Tuesday, the night after the memorial service and I didn't get very far. I mean, I know what I want to happen, but I have to do something to fill in the blanks and I'm having trouble with that. Normally chapters come easily to me, but lately I just haven't known what to write about. I've been in a fowl mood lately too, well, for me at least, and I don't have much patience at the moment, so that's why this chapter isn't longer. Again, I'm really sorry. And don't worry, I know what to write about now, I just needed to set up it's foundations, which was tricky, and I wanted to give you guys SOMETHING, so that I wouldn't be guilty of breaking my promise again, and oh, I'm SOOO sorry!
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So, my dad's cousin Jimmy came to visit the family a while back. He's left today and he's been here since about a week before my grandpa died. He mainly came to see him, since we all knew he was dying. Anyway, Cousin Jimmy is really funny and he makes a lot of corny jokes. But he has a good sense of humor. Anyway, I'd like to discuss a conversation we had at brunch today. Apparently, Jimmy has a cross-dressing neighbor. Jimmy lives out in the country, so he spends a lot of time outside I imagine. Anyway, the neighbor, George (yes, I'm aware that he shares the name with a certain someone in this story), is a macho man and he owns a motorcycle and a gun, but he sometimes comes outside wearing a dress. Oh, and he's bald, so it's extra funny looking. Anyway, Jimmy sees George get mail and wash his car in a dress. Apparently, Jimmy talks to him on a regular basis, but he never addresses the whole dress thing. So at brunch, we all speculated on this a little bit and my dad came up with an interesting solution. He thinks that George's wife (he does have one) is a seamstress and that she uses George for a model. It makes sense because his wife ways like 400 pounds, so she wouldn't use HERSELF for a model… So you decide! Vote in your reviews! Is George a cross-dressing freak, a devoted husband, or something else entirely?