Blank Mischief || One Shots from Hogwarts and Beyond

A Spot of Trouble

"Oh you two are in trouble this time. Once these forms are filled out and I have enough of them I will get permission to hang you up in the dungeons, oh yes," the old man quivered, his arched posture bent over one of a series of rusted cabinets.

George snickered, watching his brother mock the old man behind his back.

Filch turned around and Fred quickly leaned upon the wall, absent-mindedly rubbing his neck.

Filch scowled even further, which one would think was impossible, but surprising both boys the caretaker found it manageable.

As he turned around once more, George looked to the left, raising an eyebrow before looking back at his brother and nodding his head in the direction of the cabinet he had spotted.

Fred's head snapped over, and a smirk rose on his young face.

Before the heads of the two twins lay a drawer marked Confiscated and Highly Dangerous.

"Wicked" ran through both minds.

George quietly reached into his product, and once again snuck a glance at his brother, who quickly nodded his head.

George threw the dungbomb in the direction of the caretaker, and darted out of the room, hearing the opening and closing of a drawer before his brother followed him out.

The pair raced up to the common room, nearly falling in the portrait hole after puffing out the password.

They stumbled up the stairs to the dorm, collapsing on George's bed.

"What'd you get Freddie?" George asked, his eyes bright with curiosity.

Fred's face was slightly disappointed as he raised up an old piece of parchment.

"Parchment?" George questioned.

Fred sighed, throwing it to the side and collapsing back on the bed, hands on his head.

"No point in giving up now, Freddie, you never know!"

Dropping his hands down, Fred sat up once more. "You're right Georgie. Filch may be an idiot sometimes, but he wouldn't confiscate just random parchment."

"What do you think we can do to it?"

"Ask it nicely?" Fred chuckled.

George placed his splintered wand on the parchment. "Please open," he spoke clearly, grinning at his laughing twin.

Both boys quickly stopped laughing however, when words appeared on the parchment before them.

Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs would like to say nice try, but it's not that simple, we swear.

Both eyes glinted as they looked at each other, evil grins appearing on their faces.

"Will we get in trouble for this?" Fred asked, wand on the parchment.

Mr Moony would like to say he should really not be endorsing trouble of any sorts, yet Mr Padfoot presents that perhaps the boys will not be in trouble, but are rather up to no good.

"George."

"Yes Fred."

"Do you think it's trying to tell us something," he grinned again.

"Do you think there might be, well, a password of sorts?" George asked his brother.

"Why yes Georgie, I think there just may be."