A/N: So... I hope you like it! I've kept the dialogue that was in the book for this scene. I always laugh when I read it (Yes, I am strange. Yay!)

Disc. J.K owns everything, blah blah blah...

Chapter 2

"So!" said Professor Umbridge. She smiled malevolently. "So- you think it amusing to turn a school corridor into a swamp, do you?'

Stupid toad is over the moon, thought George, as he stared up at her. He didn't care what happened now, and he was not going to bow to her rules. And so he stared at her, pityingly, and watched her twitch with glee.

"Pretty amusing, yeah," said Fred, speaking for both of them. He smiled at the thought of Draco Malfoy and his two cronies battling with plants that had magically grown to hold onto their ankles, and screaming as the joyful plant waved them in the air, like a baby with a rattle. He wasn't scared. He had been fantasizing about leaving this dump for a long time. Of defying her. And she wasn't going to be able to do anything about it.

The twins glanced at each other, speaking with their eyes, saying that now was not the better time to leave. To leave with style. They had got out plenty of their Skiving Snackboxes, as well as lots of other items to make her life miserable, to enough students.

Filch pushed through the crowd, looking in high spirits. He looked like he was about to break into song, which was quite disturbing. Or at least just cry from happiness.

"I've got the form, Headmistress," It was creepy, downright wrong, to hear Umbridge called 'Headmistress'. "I've got the form and I've got the whips waiting… oh, let me do it now…"

Oh, yay! I love being whipped! It's my favorite pastime… thought Fred sarcastically.

Out load, as clearly as possible, he announced "You know what? I don't think we are."

He turned to George, who was standing quite casually with his arms crossed. "George," he said conversationally. "I think we've outgrown full-time education."

"Yeah," replied George, as if he were just discussing the weather. "I've been feeling that way myself,"

They looked at each other. They knew what to do.

"Time to test our talents in the real world, d'you reckon?" asked Fred.

And they both raised their wands and chorused: "Accio brooms!"

For a split second, they thought it wasn't going to work. But then there was a loud crash, and their large audience ducked as their brooms flew towards them and stopped abruptly in front of them.

"We won't be seeing you," said Fred politely to Professor Umbridge, as he quickly mounted his broom.

"Yeah, don't bother to keep in touch," said George as he nonchalantly climbed onto his own.

They gazed one last time at the gawking students.

"If anyone fancies buying a Portable Swamp, as demonstrated upstairs, come to number ninety-three, Diagon Alley-Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes," Fred said loudly. "Our new premises!"

"Special discounts to Hogwarts students who swear they're going to use our products to get rid of this old bat," said George cheerfully, indicating Professor Umbridge. It felt good to say that, and not suffer any consequences.

Umbridge turned bright red. "STOP THEM!" she shrieked, but the twins had already kicked off from the floor.

Watching the Inquisitorial Squad crowd in beneath them, they searched the hall for one figure.

"Give her hell from us, Peeves."

Peeves saluted, beaming manically.

And the whole school stared in amazed shock as Fred and George flew out the front doors, leaving the grounds quickly behind.

The wind was rushing at their faces and dancing round their clothes. George felt a shadow lift off his heart as it was stripped away by the magnificent sunset. He turned round at his broom at Fred who smiled joyously and shouted.

"Race you!"

They sped through the darkening sky, whooping and laughing.

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Far away, back at their old school, their younger brother Ron hugged his friends and cheered. But he was glad he wasn't in their shoes- he wouldn't want to be in a one hundred kilometer radius of his mother when she heard the news.

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A/N: Sorry about the sunset cliche thing at the end. My only excuse is that JK did it too. And it did seem appropriate. And if you didn't use cliches sometimes then they'd go kind of extinct and then people would just make up new cliches which would go extinct too in the end and then maybe one day the phrase 'and I rambled on and on about cliches' would be a cliche and then eventually we'd use up our entire vocabulary and we'd have to resort to squeaks and grunts etc if we wanted to say something that wasn't cliche... weird.