*★* 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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HUMAN BLUDGERS
The week after Halloween had been the hardest thus far for every student on a house Quidditch team. With the chilly morning mist turning icy, and with classes hitting their stride, Charlie Weasley assigned mandatory practices at daybreak and dusk. Their opening match was against Slytherin, and the last thing Charlie wanted for his inaugural year as Captain of the Gryffindor team was to lose that match.
Practice began in the changing room on Friday before dawn, studying tactics and diagrams so they'd be ready for Saturday afternoon's game. Then it was onto their broomsticks for a rousing speech high above the Quidditch pitch.
"Slytherin has had control over this piece of land for too many years," said Charlie in a crisp voice. "And this year we're going to take it back!"
After that, it was broomwork and drills for two straight hours, until the dark blue sky came alive with sunlight. Everyone was exhausted, especially the Keeper, Oliver Wood, who was guarding the three fifty-foot-high goal posts with every ounce of energy he could muster. The Weasley twins, on the other hand, were perfectly relaxed and resting under a quilt in the commentator's box. Charlie told them to observe from the podium and to save their strength for the match. Like most first years, they had Friday morning off, and were instructed to come back after breakfast and rehearse their coordination on the practice pitch while their teammates were in class. Naturally, since it was Fred and George, their day would consist, instead, of mischievous activities.
The twins enjoyed pranking their fellow students using the journals they had found locked inside the Marauders' chest, but bewitching the candles in the library to change color and switching an unsuspecting student's jar of ink with a jar of disappearing ink was not nearly enough. Even putting a spell on Morvin Ashbury's toad so it would emit a cloud of bubbles with each croak felt like a petty prank, and not at all a proper use of their newfound tools.
What had felt proper, though, was to send a letter to each recipient of their mischief-making endeavors, which stated the following:
You have just become the victim of an elaborate joke
provided by the Troublesome Team of Toiling Teenagers
The letters were sent by inter-school owl, so the twins could earn the recognition they deserved for the time it took to organize such poignant pranks. Overall, the response was precisely what they desired — huge laughs, a confounded caretaker, and widely-spread rumors about the identities of the clever pranksters. The Troublesome Team of Toiling Teenagers was a hit from the start. Even so, the twins knew that the best material was yet to come. The sheer number of incantations and devilish tricks available to them was almost innumerable. The only thing stopping the boys from some of the more involved pranks was their level of difficulty. First year wizards were hardly the intended beneficiaries of the Marauder's journals. Whether that fact would stop the Weasley twins had yet to be seen.
