*★* 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...
Fred and George couldn't help but wonder, as they quickened their steps down the corridor to their first official Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson, how they would feel about the Magical Investigator now that he was given the job in order to uncover their identities and expel them from Hogwarts. They had liked the man before he became 'Professor' Parsimonae, but with Fred's newfound reservations, they were left to question his motivation in being at the school entirely.
"Is Angelina coming?" Lee asked, as they followed Kenneth Towler and Benjamin Nettles to their new classroom.
"Not sure, really. She was still in the hospital wing when we left."
"Looks like you have your answer," said George petulantly, glaring at the girls who were standing in the doorway across from them.
"Hi, Lee. Hi, Fred," Angelina greeted with a smile, blatantly excluding George. "Exciting isn't it?"
"Lee's been hearing good things."
"Glad you're feeling better."
She smiled at the two of them, as George ambled past without a word. Angelina couldn't keep from rolling her eyes, and the Gryffindor students entered the classroom as a group.
At first glance, it was difficult to sort out what they were seeing. The room was squat, with a curiously warped, wooden ceiling. And although tall windows spanned the left wall, they were swathed in drab, velveteen curtains that had once been purple. When their eyes adjusted to the lightless environment, they noticed an immense stone positioned at the very center of the classroom, ringed in deep, geometric carvings. The students sat, and soon noticed that all four walls had been adorned with smaller stones, encased in beveled, opalescent glass boxes.
"This can't be right," Nettles wondered aloud, inspecting the room.
"This is where Charlie told us to go," said Towler.
George elbowed Fred in the side, and they discreetly checked the Marauder's Map. Below their ink dots, spreading the length of the classroom, were the words 'ANCIENT RUNES' in blocky script. When they noticed the investigator's ink dot moving speedily toward theirs, the twins slipped away from the group to discuss the best place to sit, in case they needed to slip out under the cloak from time to time. This caused them to veer into Slytherin territory, where they overheard Tenice Montague bragging about how he knew the real reason Lexington Parsimonae was at the castle.
"It was his son, Ian — but he swore the team to secrecy, so..."
"Tell us, Montague!"
"C'mon, mate."
"All right, but keep your mouths shut." The spiteful boy hid his face behind a lock of sweeping blonde hair. "He's here to track down the Toilers, that's true. But the bit he left out is...he's looking for a family heirloom or something. It was hidden here at Hogwarts ages ago. We think it's a treasure."
"Get to the good part," urged Oscar Meaney.
Tenice lowered his voice to a nasty whisper. "I reckon, if the treasure turns up, we'll nick it from him first."
Fred and George moved closer, hoping to hear more in the rush of devious cackles. They were swiftly caught.
"What do you want, Weasleys?" said Montague in a malicious tone.
"Who?" asked Fred.
"Us?" asked George.
"Curious, is all."
"Heard you going on about our new professor."
Meaney released a devilish little snicker. "Of course, someone mentions treasure and the Weasleys start salivating."
"Didn't you know?" said one of the Slytherins. "A pocketful of Bronze Knuts is a treasure to their lot."
"Pocket of walnuts, more like," said another.
In a matter of seconds, the twins were cordoned off by a riot of Slytherin laughter, as they reveled in the number of colored stains and holes in Fred and George's hand-me-down robes. Before the brothers could retaliate, a wizard in a silk top hat swooped up between them and placed a hand on each of their backs.
"The infamous Weasley twins! Delighted to see you again." The investigator leaned forward and said in a hushed voice, "This side of Hogsmeade, that is." He patted their shoulders. "Find your seats, boys. You're moments away from a good, long lesson."
Fred and George glared with loathing at Montague and Meaney, as Parsimonae sauntered away from them. He removed his top hat and gloves as he spoke.
"Welcome, everyone. Welcome, at last, to Defense Against the Dark Arts."
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