Troublemakers || Weasley Twins

Chapter 2

'Yes Harry, we gladly accept your presence in the Gryffindor accommodation'

Despite having loudly cheered at the table and thereby screamed 'We've got Potter!' over and over again, the twins and Ivy had another way of congratulation Harry in person on being sorted as a lion.

'I knew you'd be sorted respectfully into our house. Whoohoo, let's throw a party!'

'On the first night?'

'At night?' asked Harry. 'Will we not get in trouble?'

'Of course not. We'll use the silencing charm on the area.'

In the end, there were more people than expected. Too many people in particular. The twins and Ivy had never seen so many people in this relatively tiny accommodation, too overcrowded, everyone swarming like bees, dancing and drinking to the hectic music. But what a party.

The next morning one could distinguish the Gryffindor's even if all students would have worn regular non-house clothes. On one side one was met with prepared people walking the halls with a sensed direction. Then you had the first years who followed an older student around and there was the other part of individuals who had neither orientation nor clue in what was going down, as they had done that the night before.

'Is it me or does the water taste different today?' asked

'No, the waters fine. But your cup might be filled with another liquor.'

The Gryffindor parties have built a reputation over time for being the best and the severest way to party net to the other houses, yet there were rules, unspoken rules upheld. For instance, only fifth-years and above could drink fire whiskey (the most common drink to be produced for the parties), and as insane as it sounds, no Slytherins. Apparently, there have been multiple sabotages almost a decade ago towards ruining the insane parties and the offenders were identified as Slytherins. Hence the 'no trust no entry rule'. Occasionally it has been relaxed a few times, if it was someone who was friends with another house.

It has come to the attention of the two brothers that Ivy had managed to break the first unspoken rule.

'Just eat, we have class soon,' whispered George.

Walking to class has never been an issue after such nights. I would have lost my way if it weren't for my brothers. Her mind spinning, not thinking clearly. But I'll have at least those two hours of rest. And she wasn't wrong. Glancing at the time table she'd been given by Professor McGonagall, she stared at it for a while, registering its contents, which will be dictating her life here another year.

'History of Magic followed by Divination a.k.a. additional two hours of sleep, then Transfiguration and Care of Magical Creatures. After lunch – '

'– is what is after lunch.'

'Potions and Ancient Runes.' Winkinglyyy, Fred quickly added.

'I'm not going to remember that,' whined Ivy. 'How are you even functioning? Haven't you two been up awfully late?'

'No, not really,' they said in sync, 'We are poster students after all.'

'You sure?' Ivy leaned closer to them. 'Because I've heard the portrait opening after hours.'

'Wasn't us,' they both shrugged innocently.

As it turned out, Ivy hadn't been far off with the suspicion. Someone did as a matter of fact enter the Common Room that night. As of on the next morning they did figure it out in the Great Hall, when countless Slytherins had appeared with striking red dyed hair colour for lunch. It was a horrendous sight. All of their faces nearly matched their recently coloured hair, their expressions fuming and their preparation to slaying all who were involved, counting it was a Gryffindor behind the spectacle. Constantly they were watching their rivals intently, some random Slytherin whom Ivy has casually seen multiple times during school hours in the halls, had been inspecting her and Lees every movement during their meal.