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After the prank job that Fred and George had unsuccessfully pulled on Emerald, the boys decided that they needed to step up their game. This girl was going to be hard to pull their same old tricks on; the Weasley twins needed to come up with something new, something ingenious that would have the entire school rolling with fits of laughter. So, instead of studying for their first potions test as they really should have been, the twins put their pranking heads together to try and figure out what to do. After deciding which direction they wanted to go in and experimenting with different concoctions made from paint, toothpaste, and lake water, they had devised what they thought to be the best prank that they were about to pull off.

Because Emerald had been assigned to live in Gryffindor, it made it much easier for the twins to follow her and observe her every move. They memorized her habits and studied what kinds of things she liked and hated. Not many people knew how serious Fred and George took their pranks. They went in depth, over the top to pull off the perfect prank that would have people roaring in their seats for weeks. They were the experts of the school and there were certain things expected of them. If they didn't live up to their name, they would be the laughing stalk of the school. That was not the way to finish out their seventh year. This absolutely had to be the biggest and best year of their pranking life.

On a Saturday night, when Fred and George knew that kids would be staying up late, they set their trap. They knew that Emerald went every night at eleven fifteen to her private tower room to do yoga, so that's where they set their trap. First, they set everything up in her room with the help of Harry's invisibility cloak. It was a possibility that they had stolen Emerald's key, but she was too busy studying to notice. They silently returned the key, this time without Emerald hearing them, and went to phase two. They gathered their closest friends down in the corridor just below Emerald's tower. They all waited at the bottom of the staircase, a little confused as to why they were here.

"It's late, why did you drag us all down here?" Hermione asked, her arms crossed and her eyes narrowed. George and Fred just laughed, patting each other on the back as if they had already pulled off their prank.

"You'll see." Fred said proudly.

"By the end of this you'll be laughing like hard, you should really thank us now while you all can still speak." George said quickly. Ron furrowed his brow together.

"What are you two up to?"

"They're pranking somebody, isn't that obvious?" Hermione asked, still looking upset as she could be.

"Come on Hermione, don't look at us like that. Pranking people is just what we do and if we were to ever stop, it would completely throw off the balance of the universe." Hermione rolled her eyes.

"You two are impossible." She muttered.

The Weasley twins didn't get a chance to respond to Hermione's rather cruel remark. Just as they were about to defend themselves, a certain girl came walking down the hall. Everybody turned to see Emerald walking towards them with an odd look on her face. She was barefoot in a pair of pajama pants with a tank top, her hair pulled up into a messy knot. She furrowed her brow as she slowly approached the crowd of people.

"What are you all doing down here this late?" She asked, her eyes continuously going from one person and then back to the twins. There was something definitely suspicious about this and there was no doubt that she was scared.

"Oh nothing, just enjoying this lovely Saturday night." George said with a wicked smirk.

"Off to do your evening yoga?" Fred asked. Emerald pursed her lips together. She knew that they were taunting her and getting full enjoyment out of her being so upset.

"Yes…why do you care?" She asked angrily.

"Oh we're just curious…I think it's great that you are so committed to something so ridiculous."

"Well at least it keeps me healthy, unlike you two who are constantly laughing at the misfortunes of the people around you." George shrugged his shoulders.

"It's not our fault that unfortunate things just happen to people while we're there." Emerald raised an eyebrow.

"Either way, I don't want you to come anywhere near my yoga room." She slipped past them, ignoring the other people that were standing there. As far as she was concerned, they were of no concern to her…but it was doubtful that Emerald would ever trust the twins.

She strode up the stairs with the twins behind her, barely able to contain their laughter. When they were sure that she was out of earshot they started to laugh, leaning on each other for support. They instantly earned curious stares, most of them wondering what the heck was going on.

"What did you two do to her?" Harry asked. Fred and George wiped away their tears, still leaning heavily on one another.

"Nothing…yet…"

In that moment, everybody froze when a piercing scream echoed down the stairs. Their eyes instantly went to the staircase, the screams becoming muddled and a roaring noise ringing in their ears. Hermione slowly stepped back from the crowd as the roaring grew louder and louder by the second.

"What did you two do?" Fred and George finally stepped back with everybody else when they saw water slowly start to trickle down the steps. Each had a wicked grin on his face.

"You'll see!" George called over to her as the roaring got to an almost unbearable volume. Everybody gasped when a giant wave of brown and yellow slimy water came crashing down the wooden steps, shaking them to their very breaking point. Inside the wave tumbled a very confused and terrified Emerald. Her arms were outstretched in front of her so as to catch herself as soon as she hit the floor. Of course, when she did hit the floor, things didn't go as she had planned in her head. She fell onto her chin, her entire body tumbling on the hard stone floor. Her limbs flailed about in a painful manor, every person in the hallway tense as she landed on the ground with a loud crack and a thud. They waited in silence as she stayed still on the floor, her body barely moving only to take in a painful breath of air. Hermione rushed forward, her feet becoming soaked in the brown puddles that pooled between the stones. She dropped down to her knees and carefully pushed Emerald onto her back. She was barely breathing and there was blood covering the front of her body. Her shoulders and face had been scraped up because of the fall and her nose was clearly broken. Her breathing was slow and labored, not a good sign.

"Quick, somebody help me get her up!" She exclaimed over her shoulder. Ron and Harry rushed to her side, followed closely by everybody else except for Fred and George. The twins watched the crowd gather together and carefully pick up Emerald and take her to the hospital wing. Their mouths dropped in horror as they saw Emerald's hand drop from their grip and a few drops of blood fall to the floor.

"We are gonna be in so much trouble." George muttered as Emerald's body was carried from sight.

"She's not dead…is she?" Fred asked. Geroge shook his head, the brown water seeping between the cracks and finally brushing against their toes.

"Nah, she's probably just…unconscious…"

"Oh yeah, like that's any better." Fred muttered. "Do we have a story? Something to tell Dumbledore when he calls us into his office tomorrow?" George thought for a moment before shrugging his shoulders.

"Eh, I'll come up with a story by tomorrow…like we were drugged or something." Fred nodded.

"Good plan."