Like I promised, this chapter focuses on none other than the Weasley twins. Feedback is greatly appreciated. Tut tut!
Warm sunlight crept through the windows, inviting everyone to come out and enjoy the beautiful day. So they did: almost every student was outside, frolicking, without a care in the world...
Meanwhile, Fred and George Weasley were in their dormitory, picking up scattered books and clothes and hastily placing them in their trunks. It was the last day of school and in a few hours, they would be boarding the Hogwarts Express. Of course, with such fine weather as today, there was no denying that most people would rather spend their last few moments of school having fun instead of packing. But since the Weasley twins loved cramming things at the last-minute, they were forced to pay the price of procrastination.
Perhaps they thought getting ready was as easy as one, two, three? Maybe their instincts told them they would finish in a moment? They have never been so wrong...
George watched, from the dormitory window that overlooked the school grounds, the small group of fourth-years cooling their feet in the lake. He scowled and turned back to his packing.
''I hope the giant squid gets them,'' he muttered darkly under his breath.
''There, now,'' his brother warned. ''Don't be such a grumpy old bloke. We've had our year's fun, haven't we? And surely you've realized the importance of punctuality by now?''
''Oh, drop it, it's not funny.''
Fred chuckled but without humor. ''If only we knew the spell to fix things quicker, we could have spent our leisure time bewitching sticks and stones to whack the heads of those filthy show-offs.'' He indicated to the window, where a bunch of second-years were waving from below. Fred made a rude hand gesture and they scurried away looking scandalized.
''Why don't you bewitch them now?'' George suggested hopefully. ''You could still get a damn great aim from up here.''
''Nah, let them be. But if they start pestering us again, they'll get more than sticks and stones.''
Not long afterward, the number of students in the grounds slowly thinned as they made their way back to their own dormitories to double-check their things. The twins pretended to make no notice of them, however; though they did crack their knuckles when the bunch of second-years who were taunting them earlier passed the common room.
Unfortunately, at that precise moment, Percy the Head Boy (who also happened to be their older brother) glanced toward their direction, and caught them in the act.
''What do you think you two're doing, threatening younger students like that?'' he bellowed. Almost every face was now staring at them. ''Ten points from Gryffindor! Such shameful behavior...Do you want me to dock off points from you as well?'' he added to several groaning passersby. An odd look of satisfaction was noticeable from the second-years' faces, no matter how hard they tried to hide it.
''We are terribly, terribly sorry, sir...'' said Fred in a mockingly polite voice, anger swelling up inside him.
''...And we will take care to bear your words in mind,'' continued George. And together, they bowed to the bewildered Percy Weasley, who had his eyebrows raised.
It took several moments for the Head Boy to regain himself in which, by that time, his mischievous brothers were now heading for the Fat Lady's portrait to take the stroll in the grounds they have been clamoring for.
While they were walking, however, something caught the corner of George's eye and he snapped his head to the nearest window so fast he heard his neck creak.
''Something wrong?'' Fred asked. But George did not reply. He was gaping open-mouthed through the window. Fred strode over to his side but found nothing unusual. ''What? What is it?'' He demanded. George's stupid expression was starting to annoy him.
Slowly, he pointed to the pair of boys who had just materialized out of thin air.