Feather - Fred Weasley X Reader [[ON HOLD]]

IX

A blank parchment, a letter, and a startling realisation
GEORGE'S POV

The Galleons were very important, but I wanted to figure out exactly why Filch had a piece of empty parchment in his cabinet labelled 'Confiscated and Highly Dangerous'.

"It doesn't feel like a plain piece of parchment," You decided, looking down at the parchment.

How does one decide if something feels magical? I must've missed that class.

Maybe an enchantment activates it?

"Revelio!" I tried, pointing my wand at it but not actually touching it, but the parchment stayed blank.

"Nice one," Fred said sarcastically, jabbing it with his wand.

The parchment seemed to turn a deeper tan colour, instead of the faded beige it just was.

"We went through the trouble of stealing you, and for what? You're bloody useless!" You huffed, crossing your arms and glaring at the parchment, "I should just use you for my next Transfiguration essay."

The parchment seemed to flicker, then, in giant writing, a 'HA HA' appeared.

"Rude." You scoffed offendedly as it faded away.

Writing! That's it! I grabbed your rucksack and grabbed the quill and ink pot, then unstoppered the ink pot, dipping the quill in, and writing 'Hello'. The parchment instantly absorbed the ink, making us all gasp.

'Bug off' appeared in scratchy writing, making you and Fred snicker.

"Ask it what it is!" You urged.

I quickly wrote down your question, then watched as the ink disappeared from the page.

'An aid to magical mischief-makers' came the reply, this time in fancy cursive.

"We're magical mischief makers!" Fred exclaimed, and I wrote it down, adding that we were always up to no good.

You giggled when you saw the message. We waited impatiently for the reply.

'We shall play hangman. If you are true, smart mischief makers, you shall figure this out, but instead of doing it the traditional way, you get one strike. If you cannot figure the message out, we shan't reveal the secrets to this parchment.'

Then, appeared the dashes.

_   _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _   _ _ _ _ _   _ _ _ _   _   _ _   _ _   _ _   _ _   _ _ _ _

"Write all your vowels down." Fred commanded lightly.

I did.

I _o_e_ _ _ _ _ _ea_ _ _a_ I a_ u_ _o _o _oo_

"T, t!" You exclaimed.

I wrote the letter down.

I  _o _e _ _ _ _ _ _ea_ t_at  I a_ u_ to   _o   _oo_

I wrote down a 'h'

I _o_e _ _ _ _ _ _ea_ that I a_ u_ to   _o _oo_