The twins had taken all of her free time outside of class, and because her classes were with the Hufflepuffs, she didn't get to see them during lessons. They sent little notes flying through the air between classes written in their own code and planned the prank against Slytherin and many other small ones to divert attention.
That was all Hunn's idea. She had told them that if there was nothing going on leading up to the big prank, people would begin to think something was going to happen, and it would ruin their work. So they planted dung bombs in Snape's pockets and in the dungeons where the Slytherins gathered. Students and teachers were going crazy.
The twins had taken to involving her in their pranks against the Slytherins, which excited her. They planned and plotted for weeks on how they would get it done. The twins cornered her after potions, the last class of the day, and dragged her from the castle's lower levels to the Gryffindor common room, which had become more like hers than hers had ever been. It had been a week since their trip to the village, and she was really feeling much closer to them all; it felt good.
"Come on, Hunn, time to finish the work on our prank."
"Really, it's almost done?" She jumped with joy. It had been a string of long days and nights, and finally, they would see if it was all worth it.
"Yes, tonight is the night, and the Slytherins will see what we're really made of at dinner." They smiled wickedly, and she couldn't help herself and snorted.
The twins raced up to the common room and passed everyone inside and their curious eyes.
Hermine, Ron, and Harry were sitting in front of the fire. Hermione was studying, and Harry and Ron were playing exploding snaps on the floor, anything but their school work, when Ginny called after them with her books open and her smile shining, "Hi, Hunn, back again?"
"Hello everyone! I don't think I have much of a choice." She called to them as she laughed, racing after her partners
The twins pulled Hunn up into the boy's dorms and into their room. They had cleared out a corner in the back near the window to let out the fumes they created with their Potions pranks. Their current prank was brewing, and it would be done in just a few moments.
Hunn stirred it, poured it into a wide silver tin, like a candle would come in, and made it smell of limes and mint with a few drops of oil. It solidified in a few moments, and Fred and George watched as she hovered her wand over the 'wax' and murmured a few words. The spell would keep their prank stable until the time needed.
"How are we going to get this onto the table?" Hunn asked them, concerned about getting caught while 'Waxing' the Slytherin table.
"Hooky," Fred called out rather loud with a smile
"Hooky?"
"I forgot you've never met Hooky, the house elf. She is very handy."
With a loud snap, a house elf appeared behind them in a light pink pillowcase dress and no shoes. Before speaking, she looked down and away, "Yes, miser and miser Weasley, how can Hooky be of service to you both?" she looked up and smiled at them, "Oh! Hooky didn't see you, missus. Hooky is very sorry, missus."
The little house elf looked sad and ready to cry.
"Don't worry, Hooky, I am Hunn Rose-singer. It is very nice to meet you." Hunn held out her hand, and the little elf looked confused and shocked by the gesture
"You are very nice to Hooky, missus, and Hooky thanks you for being so kind. Not all students are nice to Hooky." She did not take Hunn's hand, but she looked happy having been offered the gesture at all
"Hooky, we were wondering if you could do us a favor before dinner tonight?"
"Yes, miser Weasley, anything for you and missus Rose-singer, who is very kind to Hooky."
"We were wondering if you could wax the Slytherin table with this special wax we made for them," George explained, using a sweet, innocent voice.
Nearly giggling, Hunn smiled wide at Hooky, who looked unsure, "Hooky does not know if she should. Hooky knows that Gryffindor and Slytherin do not like each other, no, not at all." She shook her head and twisted her fingers together
Panicking, Hunn began to beg Hooky, "Oh please, Hooky, we just want to bridge the gap between the houses and offer some friendship to start new."
Hunn placed her hand on Hookey's from where she sat on the floor and smiled.
"Oh, is that all Missus and Miser Weasley's wish to do? Then Hooky will do it for you, and she will happily help you and the Misers." She took the tin of wax, and with a snap, she was gone again.
After a moment, the twins were howling with laughter, "Bridge the gap?" Fred let out a laugh as George rolled on the floor.
"Offer friendship? Oh god," Hunn joined in their laughter and rolled onto the floor, clutching her sides next to George.
"Well, she's going to wax the table now."
"All we have to do is antagonize Malfoy, and the fun will begin."
"Malfoy the seeker? The one I knocked over in last week's Quidditch match?"
"Yes, he's the one. We need him to say the magic words, and it'll begin."
Hunn looked at Fred and George from her position on the floor. They began to go over ways to make Malfoy mad, and she couldn't help but observe them.
They were completely identical, but somehow, she knew that Fred was on the left and George was on the right.
George's eyes crinkled a bit more when he smiled, and Fred's mouth rose slightly higher on the right side when he laughed or grinned. Not to mention, their smell was similar but also very different. Fred was sweeter, almost like sugar quills, and George was smooth and sweet, like a creamy caramel chew; they were different but also the same. It was so confusing.
Their faces were thin and handsome, and their hair grew out of control and wild. She wanted to run her fingers through their hair and feel how soft it was, but when they smiled at her, her insides melted, which freaked her out.
"Hey, quit staring. I know we're pretty, but that's creepy, Hunn." George said, calling her out.
She blushed and looked away, "Come on, we should head down to dinner. It'll be starting any moment. We don't want to miss anything."
After rolling around on the floor, she knew that her hair was a mess, so she cast her untangling spell and pulled her hair up into a high bun.
"How did you do that? Your hair is like silk now! Our knots don't come out like that. We brush for hours, and it hurts," George whined, patting his own hurt head.
"It's a simple cosmetic spell. Your hair can't be that bad. It's not too long after all."
"Teach it to us, and we want to wake up later. Please, please, please, please." Fred begged.
She sighed, "Fine. You say, Lenis, while waving your wand with a curling motion over the knots." She turned George around and waved her wand soundlessly over his hair; taking the chance while she had it, she ran her fingers through it to show the untangled strands. Soft, smooth, and silky against her fingers, a shiver raced down her spine.
"Wow, George, your hair is perfect now!" Fred gapped at it, "Do mine too!" he turned around and waited expectantly. Smiling at his silly voice, she did the spell and ran her fingers through his hair. She couldn't help but love the feeling.
"Hmmm, that feels nice, Hunn. Do it again." Blushing beet red, she turned away from Fred and started to walk away.
"Come on, it's almost time for dinner, you guys."
They walked out together into the common room.
Ginny stopped when she saw them, eyes narrowed, "What were you three doing? Your hair is perfect. To perfect."
The twins burst out laughing and looked at their sister. "She couldn't handle us. She taught us a spell for our gorgeous locks." Fred flipped his hair and posed with his hip cocked
"What spell?"She asked excitedly, "Will it work for my hair?"
"Yes, I can teach you later, Ginny." Hunn smiled. She was so sweet, they were fast becoming friends, and she loved hanging around Ginny's sassy attitude.
They walked together to the great hall while Hunn explained the spell to Ginny, and the twins felt up their own hair, often touching each other while arguing over who was best. They sat at the Gryffindor table in the middle of the room and across from Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who seemed to be arguing.
Food appeared, and everyone began eating the amazing food. When it neared the end, and sweets appeared, Hun began to feel nervous.
Fred leaned over to the center of the table and whispered, "Spttt, Ron say Malfoy is a prat."
Racing Ron's voice, Hunn waved her wand quickly, magnifying his voice by ten.
"Malfoy is a prat," Ron spoke normally, but his voice came out as a boom and echoed across the hall.
Everyone fell silent and looked for the source while Ron blushed and shot Hunn a look. Across the hall, Malfoy stood, looking enraged and confused, "Who said that?" He yelled, but no one dared answered
"You wait, just you wait, my father will hear about this nonsense!" In the same instant, he slammed his fist onto the table and sat back down just as there was a loud poof of gray smoke.
In the next instant, there was no longer a long table; instead, a long pile of greasy, slimy frogs that covered and hopped over the Slytherins sitting on the floor, now covered in the sweet they were trying to eat.
The hall burst into laughter over the Slytherins screaming and yelling while Hunn threw herself into Fred and George and lost herself in laughter. They caught her, and together, they laughed and watched as Marcus stomped from the great hall with frogs leaping from his robes covered in slime and bits of pie.
It was well worth the wait to see the Slytherins in turmoil, but McGonagall thought otherwise. Her eyes burned bright, staring at them, knowing that the cause of this dinner theater was two identical gingers.