Chapter 58

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After a long day of classes and homework, I head to the Forbidden Forest to meet the twins. Though they had been here a number of times, this was my first, and I had to say it was a bit unnerving.

"Em, over here!" George calls. I practically sprint over to him and wrap my arms around his neck to shield myself from the scary forest.

"Bit nervous, are we?" He chuckles and holds me tighter.

It's in these moments where all existing thoughts of Cedric disappear. All my questions of my emotions, evaporate, and all that matters is George and my fondness for him. I've never liked a boy as much as I have him, yet for some reason I'm going behind everyone's back to kiss another...I'll think about that later. Now's not the time to get all sappy and confused about my emotions.

"Awoooo!" I jump at the sudden sound of a creature lurking in the woods.

"Awoooo!" There it was again. I hug George extra tight and can practically feel my legs shaking with fright. Then I feel something grab onto me and pull me from the safety of his arms. I scream at the top of my lungs.

"Well you look like a yummy snack." It growls, I turn to see the mysterious creature is none other than Fred.

"Snack? Excuse you. I'm the whole damn meal." I say, pushing him away from me while he cackles with laughter.

"You should have seen your face! Priceless!" He tumbles to the ground.

"I quite enjoyed it." I hear George mutter under his breath and feel a blush creep to my cheeks.

"Is that all you two gits wanted? Or can I go to sleep now?" I cross my arms.

"That wasn't all-" George says.

"-we were wondering-"

"-if you were down to-"

"-prank Professor Snape with us." Fred finishes after going back and forth for a while.

"Of course I am!" I exclaim. For the rest of the night we plan and scheme for the upcoming prank.

"Night, love!" George calles over his shoulder as we split our separate ways.

"Night, Georgie!"

"Wow, I exist too." Fred rolls his eyes.

"Sweet dreams, Freddie." I smile, rolling my eyes and heading to bed.

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The next morning I wake up to an odd feeling of being watched. I sit up to find Fred and George on either side of my bed, just watching me, waiting for me to wake up.

"Bloody hell!" I whisper-shout, "Get out!"

"Finally, you're up." Fred sighs.

"You know you talk in your sleep, right?" George says, taking a seat at the foot of my bed.

"What if I was sleeping naked? What would you do then?" I exclaim, ignoring Georges previous comment.

"Then it'd be even more enjoyable," Fred chuckles, pulling me up and out of bed. "Get changed and meet us in the common room. We have to set up."

"How'd you even get in here?"

"That's for us to know and you to find out." George smirks as they leave. I look over to my clock, it reads 6 in the morning. Ugh. I change into some knee high socks, a plaid skirt, and white collared shirt. Once I've finished getting ready I head to the common room to find the twins pursuing the many shelves of books and wizarding board games.

"Jeez, why so slow this morning?" Fred says, intertwining our arms as George does the same on my other side.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe because it's bloody 6 in the morning!"

"Well, you know what they say."

"And what is that?"

"Erm...the early risers are the...um...curly misers?"

"Oh, of course, must have slipped my mind." I say sarcastically. We make our way to the potions classroom to find Snape is nowhere to be seen. Perfect. We quickly set everything up and, with plenty of time, get to the great hall from breakfast. We can hardly eat with both the excitement and adrenaline rushing through our veins. After the longest 45 minutes ever we head over to the dungeons for class and a show.

"Hello, class." Snape says while swiftly walking in, robes flying behind him. He takes a seat at his desk, and it all begins.

"Today we'll be learning about-" He cut off by a loud bang sound, followed by lightning from the far corner of the classroom.

"What was that-" He's cut off when another goes off from the opposite corner. He practically jumps out of his skin at the sudden sound.

"Who did this-" He's once again cut off when a gust of wind came and it started raining only over him. He starts to run around in an attempt to get away from the storm, but it follows him wherever he runs. The class starts laughing hysterically at his face of panic and his trouble running in his long robes.

"Stop laughing-" His voice is soon washed over by the shrilling screams coming from the yo-yo's falling from the ceiling. They were placed strategically so the screams came together to the tune of "Magic Works" by the Weird Sisters. Once the screams stop George, Fred, and I stand on our desks.

"Thank you Professor for that wonderful example of our products. Everyone do give him a round of applause." Fred smirks and the students, both the ones in the class and the ones that had gathered to watch from the hall, burst into applause.

"Those are just a few of our newest products." I say in the overly excited tone business people use.

"Yes, this dream team has worked hard to provide to you many spectacularly spectacular jokes products." Georges says in the same tone, sending me a wink.

"The items used today were Thor's Thunder Cracker, Weather in a Bottle, and Screaming Yo-yo's." Fred says, once again in the same tone.

"Send any of us an owl to order your own, Wizard Wheeze product." I exclaim, we were still trying to figure out a name.

"You three!" Snape screams, face red from either anger or embarrassment. "Detention Friday and 50 points each from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff!" He exasperates. "For a number of things!" Instead of students groaning from the loss of points, they clap and cheer once again before being squashed by skin crawling glare Snape gave them.

"Nice advertising boys!" I high-five them and we get back to our seats to begin today's lesson.

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Question of the Day:

What your favorite of the twins pranks? If you were in the books would you leave school and help them start up the joke shop? Why or why not?

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