*★* WATTPAD FRIENDS AND FAMILY, WATTPAD FEATURED STORY & 2017 WATTYS WINNER!! *★* Preceded by rumors of their prophetic birth, pure-blood twins, Fred and George Weasley, follow in the footsteps of their three older brothers by attending a school for...
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CONFISCATED AND HIGHLY DANGEROUS
Madam Hooch, the petite flying instructor, blew her whistle with the force of a windstorm. The signal sent a flock of brooms to the open sky, rustling her chopped, gray hair. The class hovered, circled, and wove delicately across the grassy courtyard, all without bumping into one another. Madam Hooch was quite impressed with the first year students and their ability to learn and demonstrate the art of flying on a broomstick.
Some were better than others, of course. And, like every year, there were two students who were absolutely dreadful. She watched in agony as the red-haired twins, Fred and George Weasley, flew their broomsticks beyond the class boundaries, crashed headlong into hedges, and took off at top speed when they had been instructed to set down. To Madam Hooch, and the rest of the class, it was apparent that the Weasley twins were incapable of navigating broomsticks or carrying out even the simplest of instructions.
"I said to coast in single file. These are fundamental skills. If this were not your second lesson," she shouted, into the sunlight, "and if Mister Jordan were not in your house — superb flying Mister Jordan — I would be taking points from Gryffindor!"
"We can't slow down!" Fred hollered back.
"Honest!" George confirmed, while swooping unpredictably between their classmates. They had inadvertently completed twice as many laps as the group. Or, rather, that was how it seemed.
Cedric Diggory failed to contain his laughter. He had seen their talents firsthand and knew exactly what the twins were attempting to pull off. Angelina Johnson and Lee Jordan were disappointed that the famous boys from the newspaper were becoming a letdown. And then there was Tenice Montague from Slytherin, the well-known beheader of Chocolate Frogs. He couldn't wait to chide them at full volume to his housemates.
"They're Weasleys, aren't they?" Montague scoffed. "Can't even afford talent."
Normally, the twins would never allow such an insult to go unpunished, but they had a job to complete. After another minute had passed with the same result, Madam Hooch blew her enchanted whistle twice, which summoned the school broomsticks to return to the grass. Fred slipped off the handle, cupped his mouth, and swayed slightly.
"I think I'm gonna be sick, Professor."
Standing beside George, Montague went on slighting their effort. "We're all a little sick after that stellar performance, mate."
Madam Hooch paid no attention to the Weasleys' mixed reception. She walked swiftly down the line and nodded to the members of her class. "I want to congratulate you on another day of excellent broomwork. I grant five points to each of your houses. You may be dismissed." Whispers instantly filled the courtyard as the students returned to the nearest corridor. "Except...for you two," Hooch ordered, stepping before the twins as they continued to share a pained expression. "If you would, please, help collect the broomsticks and follow me to the equipment shed."
