Scratches (Fred Weasley)

(60) Midnight Mischiefs

"So... are you going to tell me where we're going yet?" Florence inquired, the tip of her wand illuminated. It was dark, and cold, as the air was slowly getting chillier by the passing days. Fred was walking infront of her, along with George who crept through the halls as quietly as they could.

"It's not where you should be asking, it's what we're going to do," Fred whispered back. This was the second time that she was out of bed past curfew, and with the same people too. She turned to George, an alarmed look on her face.

"Please don't tell me that we're out here to do midnight pranks." she whispered dreadfully, George flashing her a smile, "You really are smart."

"Fred?! George? Need I remind you that I am not okay with this? I don't want to get house points taken off!"

"Don't worry," he chuckled, "We got lucky last time, remember? Didn't get any house points taken off."

"That's because it was Professor Lupin who caught us out in the hall," she reminded them, "And this time it won't be Professor Lupin any more."

"Aw, look how adorable you are," cooed Fred, "You know you can be such a Ravenclaw at times.."

"I swear to Merlin," she whispered sharply to her boyfriend—yes, she still found it weird thinking of him that way, "If we get in trouble,"

"Oh but we will make trouble, that's what we actually came to do" started Fred, "But we won't get in trouble if we don't get caught," finished George.

"Absolute lunatics, you two."

"Think of this as an initiation, Florence Price. You're one of us now, since you're dating my brother," said George, "This is simply to test if you're deserving—"

"George," said Fred, displeased with his choice of words.

"I'm only joking, obviously. But this is your way of life now. Might as well just get used to it."

Florence huffed, "Fine... Just, let's get this over and done with as soon as possible, yeah?" The twins beamed like children on christmas morning, Fred clasping Florence's hand as they tiptoed quietly down another corridor.

"Oh come on, not old Filch again," she told them, as George tried to soundlessly open the door to his sleeping quarters, "Honestly can't you two pick on someone else?"

"We're not picking on him," Fred whispered back, as softly as he could as the three of them tiptoed quietly into the room. Mrs. Norris was asleep on a dusty pillow, three feet beside a sleeping Filch, "He insulted Peeves awhile ago. And George and I didn't think it was fair."

Florence rolled her eyes, "He's a poltergeist, who does despicable things, I may add."

"Yeah? But he still has feelings. Now put this over yourself." he pulled out a gray cloak from the bag that he was carrying. Florence looked at it skeptically, "What's this supposed to be?"

"Just put it over yourself. It does wonders."

She did, and with that, the lower half of her body promptly disappeared. Fred clamped a hand over her mouth before she got the chance to scream.

"Where did you even find an invisibility cloak?" she whispered back, as Fred and George set up the dungbombs all over the floor, one directly infront of Mrs. Norris' face as well.

"We have our friends," one of them explained vaguely. "So, when one of these go off, so do the others. George and I tampered with them so that we'd have the time to escape before it went off. You put the cloak over yourself then, incase Filch gets a glimpse of us, he won't see you."