A/N: Thank you TammyHybrid21 again for reviewing! (Sirius does that a lot, hahaha...and I have no clue how they made it.)

What Wormtail was going to say: "Mr. Wormtail wonders why his companions are shamelessly flirting with a first-year who is at least a decade and a half younger than them."

Disclaimer: Must I say it? Not JKR=HP not mine.


"Well, that was awesome," decided Fred.

"He was totally onto us," George said.

"He let you get away because there was no proof," Andi inserted. Fred blinked.

"There wasn't proof?"

"Apparently not."

"Wow, really?" George asked, sounding amazed. "Cause we definitely have in our possession the items stolen."

"Yeah, but he can't search for them, or won't."

"So, Andi, what shall we do this fine day?" Fred asked.

"Nothing involving pranks?" she said hopefully.

"What? We can't get caught anymore, remember?" George said, waving the Marauders' Map in front of them. "Unless we try, that is, which we don't."

"Ha, ha, George. Isn't going to a teacher's office once in a day enough?"

"Never! What fun is one prank a day?" asked Fred, raising his eyebrows.

"No fun, that's what. Who should we prank?" asked George, examining the Marauders' Map.

"Dunno, a Slytherin maybe?" suggested Fred.

"Marcus Flint, isn't he the Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team?"

"Yeah, the one with the buckteeth and the leer."

"What a nice description," Andi noted.

"It matches his personality, annoying and stupid," said George. "And it's true, he's just on the Quidditch team because he would have beat the previous Captain up if he hadn't been picked."

"Still, how will we prank him?" asked Andi.

Fred and George shared an evil look. "Do you have those Acid Pops from last night?" George asked.

"Yes, here," Andi said. She didn't know what they were going to do with them, but it couldn't be good. She handed the candies to them anyways; they would have found them no matter what. Fred pocketed them with an evil grin. "Oh, guys, don't…" Andi pleaded, getting their plan immediately.

"Why not?" asked George.

"Yeah, why not?" asked Fred, tilting his head to the side.

"Someone else could eat it, or he could swallow it whole and actually get hurt."

"Look. We'll introduce you to him, and then you can decide if we prank him like this or not. 'Kay?" asked Fred, looking thoughtful.

"Fine," Andi said. "Where is he?"

"Coming right this way," said George, pointing at the parchment. Indeed, Marcus Flint was traveling alone towards them. He was walking at a fairly quick pace, and Andi wondered if he would stop long enough to see them.

He did. Flint smirked-George was right, he was ugly and had horrible buckteeth-and started towards them.

"Oh, look, the blood-traitor Weasleys. Got a girlfriend, now, do you?"

"Shut it, Flint. This is Andi Kirkwood. We've told her all about you," said George calmly.

"How do you do?" Despite her misgivings, Andi proffered her hand out to the tall Slytherin.

"I don't touch Mudbloods." He turned and spat on the ground before walking away. Andi stared after him, confused.

"Oh-no-he-didn't. Rictumsempra!" snarled Fred, and Flint collapsed on the floor.

"Fred? Stop, what are you doing!" Andi shouted.

"It's fine, Andi, it's a tickling spell," said George. "He deserves a lot worse, though."

"I don't get it! What's so bad about what he called me?" asked Andi, looking from Fred to George to Flint. Fred broke off his spell and stormed off along the corridor, George and Andi following.

Finally, Fred found a tapestry and flipped it up to reveal a secret passageway. He climbed in and motioned for them to follow. Andi shared a glance with George and followed, flipping it down behind them.

"Lumos," Andi said, lighting her wand-tip. They were in a narrow passageway. Fred was sitting cross-legged against the wall, staring into space.

"Fred, she has no idea what it means," George said.

"That idiot," muttered Fred. "I should have stuffed the Acid Pop down his throat."

"Would someone please explain what's going on?" begged Andi, looking from Fred to George and back again.

"Did you hear what he called you?" George asked.

"Mudblood?" Fred visibly flinched as he said it. "I don't get it, what's it mean?"

"It's a really bad name for a muggle-born. Flint's a pure-blood, all of his ancestors are witches and wizards. His lot thinks that they're better than half-bloods, muggle-borns, and Muggles because their whole family is magic," Fred growled.

"Well, he's wrong then. Isn't your family pure-blood too?" asked Andi.

"Yeah, but we've nothing against Muggles. Our dad works with muggle artifacts, so we actually understand them better than most. People like Flint call us blood traitors because of it," George said.

"Well, I don't give a damn what Flint thinks, and neither should you. He's stupid, and really, not worth bothering with," Andi said, surprising herself with the slightly bad word.

Fred smiled a bit. "I wish we could, but they really do try to get under your skin."

"I know. C'mon, let's get to breakfast. I'm starving," announced Andi, and they departed the passageway and made their way to the Great Hall.

As they ate, Fred took out the lollipops and levitated them to the Slytherin table, where they joined a boutique facing Flint. He didn't notice, and took the lollipop. As he unwrapped it, a strange look crossed his face. He cast a quick spell on the Acid Pop-probably testing it to see if it was or wasn't normal- and stared at it. He nudged his neighbor and they glared at the Weasley twins and Andi.

Fred started cracking up, as did George. Andi was caught in his glare, so she met it defiantly, meeting his eyes and lifting her chin. So what if she was muggle-born? She was the equal of any student at Hogwarts.

That day passed quickly, with no more major pranks or pure-blood trouble.


In the Common Room, after breakfast on Monday, Percy cornered them as they were gathering their books.

"Why did you guys attempt to give Marcus Flint an Acid Pop?" he asked, glaring. They exchanged glances. Fred responded.

"He called us blood-traitors."

"That's really not a good reason, Fred."

"And he called Andi a Mudblood. Leave it, Perce. He deserved it," muttered Fred.

"…Okay, agreed, he deserved it then," said Percy, glancing at Andi. "Wait, she's muggle-born?"

"Yes," Andi said, rolling her eyes. "Just because I'm good with magic doesn't mean I grew up with it."

"Cool. Don't let jerks like Flint get to you. I'm off to Ancient Runes, you guys get to class," Percy said, glancing at his watch and hurrying out the door.

"Dude, he likes you," muttered George to Andi, watching Percy depart. "Seriously. He's never said 'he deserved it' before. Like, ever."

"He does not, he just understands that Flint's a jerk," argued Fred.

"Stop it, let's go to Transfiguration," Andi said, shoving her textbook in her bag. The twins followed behind her as the trio hurried through the corridors.

George and Fred were having a silent conversation. Andi had no clue. Percy can't like her, argued Fred.

Yes he can, said George, raising his eyebrows. Unless she's taken?

Fred glared at George, who snickered at his expression. I beg to differ, he's Percy.

Point taken, said George, and there the conversation ended.


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