"Right, we both know who our next target is going to be I reckon, how will we prank that ickly prince of Slytherin?", George said as he let himself fall on the old, leather sofa in the centre of the room. He was right, Fred thought, the song that the Slytherins had chanted yesterday at the game was a slight to the Weasley family name. They could not let such a thing pass, Malfoy, the self-proclaimed prince of Slytherin, had basically issued a challenge and they were going to accept.

They were currently in one of their 'secret rooms', one of the hidden places they had discovered during their explorations of the castle. This one was one of Fred's favourites, it was located in the divination tower and gave a great view over the greenhouses and the forbidden forest. In the morning it had plenty of light coming through the small tower windows and over the years the twins had brought some furniture and hidden some small food and drink supplies here. It was one of those places where you got the sense you just belonged, a tingly feeling Fred felt in his stomach.

It was accessible through a hidden passage, inside another hidden passage. So it was fairly secret, even though you could quite easily reach it by flying up with a broom. This made it perfect for one of their planning meetings, where they would discuss future pranks and other projects, or even small social gatherings with friends. However, it was not secret enough to actually tinker on the practical items and brew the potions for their projects, for this they had more concealed rooms that were better hidden and warded.

Fred flexed his arms and his back as he thought about George's question, the party in the Gryffindor common room had gone quite late and the fire whiskey he had consumed the night before was still clouding his mind a little. "We could go for the double Dumbledore? Or maybe we could hit him with the niffler?"

George frowned while he was thinking, "The niffler might be suitable, but I am not sure… The Lockhart always showed nice results on Malfoy?"

"Yeah, but we did that one so many times already, I think he is getting used to walking around with red and golden hair, maybe it would be better if we developed something new for the occasion." Fred answered, "Also I think the 'punishment' should fit the crime."

"I think you're right, my dear brother. One tailormade prank for Heir Malfoy coming up! We could call it the King, after that stupid song? Or maybe the Prince, since he considers himself the Prince of Slytherin?"

Fred grinned and nodded. "Oh, just one more thing. I would like to involve Ron in this one."

"Ron, are you sure? He is not exactly a master of deception." Said George with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, I have the feeling he could use it. I do think we treated him a little bit harsh before the game yesterday and he was the primary target of the song. Poor guy did not even show up for the victory party last night. Besides, if we ever want a decent keeper on the team, I think we should build up his confidence a little."

"Oh, all right then. Let us develop 'the Prince and the King' then." George laughed as he stood up and went to the table in the corner where they could draw out some basic plans. The next few hours were spent in silence, with the occasional exchange of ideas and the sound of scribbling on parchment breaking it.

Normally Fred could focus quite well during their idea sessions, but now he found that his mind was lingering to the party from the previous night. The Gryffindor common room had been packed, as was usually the case after one of their victories. The older years had pooled together to get some fire whiskey, goblin gin and voodoo rum and the mood had become festive quickly.

It had been Angelina's first game as team Captain and she had been hoisted on the shoulders of some of their more enthusiastic supporters, until eventually she had ended up on the table for a 'Captain's speech', a concept that had become infamous during the parties of the previous years with Wood as their leader.

While he was watching and listening to their Captain and his friend, Fred could not stop being amazed at how well Angelina was handling these kind of situations, motivating the team during the game and speaking in public. Even though he already knew that she had the charisma and the looks, he was still impressed at how she played the crowd, the little gestures that accompanied her words, the fire in her eyes as she gave her impromptu speech. It was nice to see her doing so well.

Of course Fred was not exactly shy and often found himself speaking in front of a group. But in these instances he couldn't shake the feeling that he actually did not belong, that the reason he was taking the stage was to hide his uncertainty. In the end he was just a spindly kid with ginger hair and limbs that seemed out of proportion with the rest of his body. Angelina, with her athletic, perfect body, open face and sparkling dark eyes seemed to belong in the spotlight, Fred just borrowed her place there sometimes.

He had been startled as the crowd gave a roar at the end of her speech, he had been so lost in his thoughts that he had not completely heard it. But as she had jumped off the table and made her way towards him with the widest smile, he had felt like the luckiest and unluckiest boy at the same time. He was merely allowed to be in her presence and share a friendship with her and maybe flirt a bit from time to time, but he would have to be content with that, as he would never be enough for a gorgeous girl like her.

But this is what distracted him today, while he should be planning a prank, he was dreaming about Angelina's perfect, long legs on top of a rickety table in the Gryffindor common room. He shook his head and decided to focus now. It was time to plan an excellent prank, worthy of the Weasley Wizards.