"What is he doing?"

"Making us laugh!"

Oh Mother...

Hello. I would like to state that I'm in a lovely mood. And I have the flu. How does that work?

I have decided to write a story on my shared account (Adorkable Super Dorks) that involves Fred and George Weasely, Iggy and Gazzy Ride from Maximum Ride, and many, many, MANY, explosions. I am telling you this because if you are interested, please leave a comment on what you want them to blow up, and I will try to fit it in. Just no people, please. You don't need to have read Maximum Ride in order to understand the plot of my story. It will be called "Are you SURE this is flammable?" and will be generally strange. Meaning, the results of each explosion will be highly ridiculous. Example? Object: Malfoy's broom. Result: Monkey dung in a variety of colors splattering everything within a mile radius.

Also, I know I said I wouldn't make another FMA/HP crossover while I was still working on this one, but I get antsy. I seriously can NOT hold back ideas. So I put up a poll on my profile for you guys to decide which crossover I will work on along side this one.. The poll will close when I get 15 votes for one option. The first choice to get 15 will be the story I start. Please vote.

Anyway, I don't own anything, except my neon green high-top Chuck Taylors.

Unfortunately for seventh year Gryffindors, they had Defense Against the Dark Arts first period on Wednesday. Unfortunately for Ed, that meant that the very first Hogwarts professor he would meet was Dolores Umbridge, or as she was more commonly known, the toad.

Many people were curious about the sixteen year old alchemy professor. Of course, many were trying to figure out why a professor was sitting with Gryffindor students rather than the High Table. Yet many more were trying to figure out what the heck he was laughing at.

Until they followed his gaze to Umbridge. That made sense.

"Mr. Mustang," Minerva McGonagall stated, handing Ed his schedule.

"Call me Ed," he replied. "Mustang is my dad." Professor McGonagall gave a curt nod before walking off. Ed gave the schedule a quick glance before it was taken out of his hands by George Weasely.

"Blimey, mate! You're in Advanced Arithmancy and Ancient Runes?" he exclaimed.

"And Advanced Potions and Care of Magical Creatures?" Fred announced after him.

"How did you get out of Transfiguration?" Ron asked him, looking over his brothers' shoulders. Ed rolled his eyes and snatched the paper back.

"My curriculum was farther ahead of yours when I was privately tutored, so they put me in advanced classes. I'm not in Transfiguration because seventh years focus on human transfiguration, which goes against my code as an alchemist," he explained with a snort, as if it were obvious.

"Why does it go against your code?" Ginny asked him, honestly curious.

"Weren't you listening in class?" Ed asked her accusingly. "Oh, right, you fell asleep instead of listening." Ginny's brothers all laughed at this, along with Harry. She blushed slightly as she remembered him having to wake her up. "Anyway, the three main laws of alchemy are to follow Equivalent Exchange, no making gold, and no human transmutation. Transmutation is pretty similar to transfiguration, so human transfiguration goes against my code."

"That makes sense, but why is human transmutation forbidden?" Hermione asked. He looked at her, his eyes slightly haunted.

"Because it usually fails. And when it doesn't, the results are still sickening." To say that his companions were shocked was understatement. After this disturbing comment, they ate in silence before going to class.

Despite his advanced classes, Ed still had Defense Against Dark Arts, Herbology, and Charms with the seventh year Gryffindors and, consequentially, the Weasely twins. And all three classes in a row.

If you added Lee Jordan to the newly formed trio, Minerva McGonagall mused, they would have four new Marauders.

I can totally see Ed, the twins, and Lee creating the new generation of Marauders. After all, they do have the Map and Invisibility Cloak. Well, technically Harry has them, but I'm sure he'd be happy to lend them to the four mischief makers. Which is why I'm including the following below. I didn't put in before, because it wasn't relevant, but I enjoyed it and I thought you would too.

All the seventh year Gryffindors had gone straight to bed when the class got out, except for two.

Fred and George Weasely.

The two had decided that they wanted to ask some questions that they hadn't gotten to ask in class.

The older alchemist was fast asleep at this point, having dozed off sometime during the lesson, so they went up to the younger one.

"What are you still doing here?" he asked them in confusion.

"We had some questions. You guys mentioned explosions in your argument during class," Fred began.

"So we were wondering," George continued.

"Are you a fan of pranking?" they finished in unison. Ed smirked.

"I take it you are?" he asked them, smirk growing wider as they grinned evilly and nodded. "Mind if I join you on them?"

"You ever heard of the Marauders?" Fred asked him. Ed shook his head.

"They used to go here," George said.

"They're the masters of all magical pranks."

"We know them personally."

"They asked us to carry on their legacy."

"There are four spots in the Marauders."

"We already have ourselves and Lee Jordan."

"You'd be the fourth."

"You interested?"

Ed burst into a wide grin and nodded. "Count me in." The twins cheered ecstatically.

"We'll have our first meeting tomorrow during lunch," George said as they made their way out of the room. Ed waved his hand in acknowledgment.

On the way to the dorm, the twins were talking to each other.

"Think Sirius will be disappointed that Harry's not the fourth Marauder?" George wondered aloud.

"Nah, he already knows that Harry's in the Golden Trio," Fred replied. "It's pretty much their own version, but smaller than the Marauders."

"So they're our rival pranksters?" George raised an eyebrow at his twin. Fred cracked a mischievous smile.

"Oh yes. Shall we declare war on them?"

"We shall, my brother. We shall."

Meanwhile, Ed had kicked Roy awake and the two were talking as they got ready for bed.

"Why do I feel like those redheaded twins we had in class are going to cause a lot explosions?" Ed asked after a minute of silence. Roy didn't look up at him.

"Why do I feel like you'll be helping them?"

I just couldn't resist. In my world, Sirius asked the twins to carry on the Marauder legacy. When Remus found out, he rolled his eyes and just said "Good luck with McGonagall." And let's face it, the Golden Trio's always up to something. Harry and Ron are bound to pull some pranks and Hermione will get sucked into them too.

So it's a prank war. Marauders Generation 2 vs. The Golden Trio. I should make this into a story...

Anyway, please tell me if I get anything wrong, like spelling or information.

I'd also like to say two final things.

One: I really like co-writing stories, so if anybody is interested in writing something with me, leave me a message with a suggestion for a story of any kind and a description of your writing style. I'd love to write with you.

Two: I'm sorry I'm so chatty. It takes a lot to make me shut up.

Toodles,

~Jessica :)