I Am Poison || hogwarts fanfic

4. Pumpkin Juice? Boring!

I chat with Ginny opposite me and watch as the rest of the students file into the great hall and take their seats at the different house tables. Fred and George plonk down on either side of me. I narrow my eyes, suspicious.

"What do you guys want?"

"Nothing, nothing," they smirk, looking at each other.

"...for now," I finished for them, shaking my head.

A clanking noise comes from the very front of the room and everyone's head snaps up to see what it is. Dumbledore is standing with a massive grin and a twinkle in his eyes behind half moon spectacles, gazing regally down at us all.

"Welcome back to Hogwarts!"

Cheers erupt from all tables, Fred & George holler out and I can't help but laugh, getting caught up in the celebrations. Dumbledore raises his hand for silence.

"I won't stall you all too much, but hear me out before starting to eat. We have a few new additions to the teaching squad - Professor Umbridge-"

"aHem"

Everyone looked up, shocked. No one had ever interrupted Dumbledore before. A small, (disguisting gross idiotic dumb) lady dressed in pink waddled up to the podium. Dumbledore, seemingly oblivious to the shock of everyone else, stepped aside from the podium and gestured for her to come up.

Note: ok you all know who this is imma skip all this because basically umbridge just drones on and on about the ministry (fast forward, moving on, goodbye bitch)

"Dig in!" Dumbledore called, stepping back up to the podium with a large smile. Cheers echoed around the hall as food magically appeared along the massive table. I watched Ron start stuffing his face before reaching over to grab some potatoes and pour myself some pumpkin juice.

"OhhHHh FrEEdd," George called in a sing song voice

"Yes George?" Fred smirked back

"Oh, this is so boring," he complained, prodding his goblet with his knife.

"I agree, George, this could be..." Fred turned and said pointedly to me, "SO MUCH BETTER!"

"What in the world are you two on about?" I said, amused.

"Well, you've got the freaky magic, you see,"

"And we've got the most boring drinks in the world,"

"And we would do it ourselves but,"

"Our wands are much to obvious,"

They grinned widely at eachother. I stared, confused.

"Get to the point, idiots," I said with a mouth full of pork

"We want you to swap out our pumpkin juice with something better,"

"More exciting"

"Fun!"

"Delicious"

"Perfe-"

"Hurry up," I cut across, impatient.

"Put alcohol in our drinks, please," they say in unison, looking up at me with puppy dog eyes.

"And why would I do that?" I said, skeptical

"BECAUSE," Fred said, in a tone not unlike explaining simple addition to a baby, "It's our first day back, let's have some fun."

"You can't say no to us," George said, pleadingly

My answer was already yes, but I waited for a bit, liking to keep them on the edge of their seats.

"Hmmmm," I said.