The boys stopped the normal exchanges in passing, and seemed to completely ignore me for two days. During the time that they were still talking to me I had made a lot more friends, especially in my house, Ravenclaw. They all gave me their sympathy and would often come to my rescue when the boys talked to me for far longer than usual. The twins apparently had a record for doing stuff like this to people that sparked their interest, but they had usually given up after a week.
After my two days of blissful solitude the dark eyed boy approached me again, the date was September 12th, a Saturday. The dark eyed boy had always seemed calmer and less invasive than the twins, so for once I actually said something back. He was shocked to say the least, but he was determined to talk to me. About halfway through our conversation he pulled out a silver coin, it was fairly old and I thought that it was intriguing.
What I didn't realize was that this was a mere diversion. The boy suddenly jumped back, startled I didn't have time to react. The last thing that I saw were the smug smiling faces of the twins above me on their brooms. One carrying a bucket full of honey, the other a bucket full of feathers. They were going to regret this decision.
By the late afternoon the whole school was talking about the prank. A mere muggle wouldn't understand why such a simple and bland prank could cause such an uproar, but to any Hogwarts witch or wizard they knew that this could only end badly. The Gryffindors slept with one eye open that night, and the Ravenclaws hardly got any sleep.
Back at the earlier part of my story there were three very simple unspoken rules of Hogwarts. The last one very clearly states "No pranking the Ravenclaws". Well, the twins had managed to break that rule with no hesitation. The rest of the school knew better. Ravenclaws were normally a very calm and easygoing crowd, unless given a chance to unravel.
It's not that Ravenclaws don't enjoy pranks, we actually find them fascinating. The rule was not put in place because we were all old fuddy-duddies that hated fun, it was put in place because with our minds and skill set we could manage to leave the school in ruins by a matter of days. Ravenclaws are known for being a tad competitive, and we love new challenges.
Pranks are the worst mix of the two. Our pranks get so elaborate and out of control that once it's begun there's no going back. That night we all sat around the fire planning our revenge. The twins will soon realize just exactly what kind of disastrous situation they've gotten themselves into.