*★* 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...
It took Fred and George a while to get to sleep that night. They spent a good part of the evening fiddling around with the new chess set, simply to watch the pieces put themselves back together after being destroyed. Then, after the Venus plant polished off two of Percy's socks (each from a different pair), they carried their gifts upstairs. And while Fred busied himself by convincing the broom tethers that the rod in their cupboard was a broomstick and that it was perfectly fine for them to be used as a way to hang Percy up by his ankles, George flipped through their new books and studied the Marauder's Map. With so few people left at the school, Lexington Parsimonae was easy to spot.
"The Professtigator is not at home for Christmas...and he's on the third floor again," said George, tilting the parchment so his brother could see it properly. "In that old classroom with the letter 'W'."
"This is what I've been saying," said Fred from a handstand, his face intensely red. "Shouldn't he be trying to get to the bottom of all this?"
"Maybe he's getting the room prepped. We're out of classrooms, aren't we? I doubt Charlie's lot enjoy practicing defensive spells in such a small space."
Fred groaned as he attempted to coax one of the broom tethers around his left ankle. "Anyone in the — er — stairwell? With the portraits?"
"Empty. Well, except for Hagrid. He's in Percy's hallway."
"What's he doing there?" Fred asked, rolling to his feet. He tottered over and touched his wand to the map.
"Careful! Magic..."
"It's not wrong to interact with magical items, George. If that were so, we'd be kicked out of Hogwarts for going up and down these stairs."
Below the Ruddy Twig, a text bubble appeared. It connected to Hagrid's ink dot.
"He's sweeping. Again."
"Didn't he just sweep that hallway, Fred?"
"That's where you saw the woman, isn't it?"
"Do you think he could be involved?"
"He might well be, George."
"But why would Hagrid want to destroy paintings? Doesn't make sense."
"None of it does," Fred said, vaulting back to a headstand and walking his hands over to the cupboard. "C'mon, tethers. Do your bleedin' job!"
George folded the map and rested his head on the featherless pillow. He fell asleep staring at the bulging belly of the Venus plant. And in no time at all, George was lost in a dream.
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He was in the Forbidden Forest with Angelina, bathed in moonlight.
George knew why they were in the forest together. He was leading her by the hand toward a giant spider web. They could see the spider there, waiting. It had long, sweaty fangs and icy blue eyes. But Angelina wasn't afraid. No, she was too busy complaining about how pale George's skin looked in comparison to her own. She did not even notice the danger ahead. George knew, though. He was grinning, because the girl he despised more than anything would soon be devoured. And so, with a great swing, George tossed Angelina into the tree-tangled web.
