*★* 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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HEARING VOICES
It was as though Fred and George Weasley were no better than Death Eaters awaiting life imprisonment.
George, the more mindful of the two, was sitting on a lone chair at the center of the Charms classroom, watching the sun come up over the forest while his every move was scrutinized by the Fat Friar, the house ghost from Hufflepuff. In the hours since he'd been detained, George had thought of every awful detention Mr. Filch could assign so it wouldn't come as a shock when they were finally reprimanded. And yet, in the back of his mind, he kept hearing Hagrid's warning, "There are worse punishments than detention, let me tell yeh."
If he'd been smarter, George would have spent that time plotting his response to the eventual meeting between their parents and McGonagall. But he couldn't stop recalling Mr. Filch's wet and gurgling laughter, or reliving the way Tonks had dragged them down the fourth floor corridor by the hood of their robes. It was made worse when Lee's edition of The Quibbler fell out of George's pocket and opened directly to a page celebrating April Fool's Day. The Boy Who Was Twins was ranked tenth on a list of the twenty-five greatest pranks to be played on the wizarding world. Filch was only too eager to leave the tabloid behind for Mrs. Norris to shred with her talon-like claws. Fred and George had tried to explain themselves, but the caretaker wouldn't hear a single excuse. Then Tonks was quick to suggest that the boys be separated, each under the watchful eye of an impartial house ghost. George wondered now, as rays of the early morning sun diffused through the Fat Friar's wide form, whether his brother was being monitored by the Gray Lady or the Bloody Baron.
Professor Snape had come by in the middle of the night, just as George began to doze. He used a spell to empty the classroom, certain that the Weasley twins would either damage school property, or use the equipment to fashion some means of escape. And now, as the room grew colder, George could faintly hear the sound of cheering in the wind that blasted against the thin castle windows — and his captivity never felt more condemning.
"Quidditch! We're going to miss the match!" he whispered helplessly. "Oh, Charlie will never forgive us."
George was hardly allowed a moment to dwell on their situation when he realized why the temperature in the room had been so unusually cold for a sunny spring morning. Peeves had been hovering behind him, just out of sight, a diabolical grin on his perfectly round face.
"Well, well...someone's been bad. Never seen Filchie getting so mad," he cackled in song, while shimmying around the chair.
"Shut up, Peeves," said George with a shiver, wondering how long the poltergeist would heckle him.
As George listened through the windowpane to their best mate announcing the start of the match, he envisioned how pleased Nymphadora Tonks must be with herself. Due to her relentless skepticism, Fred and George could now be blamed for the ruined portraits. Moreover, Hufflepuff would certainly advance to the Quidditch final, because both of the Gryffindor Beaters were mere seconds from missing the most crucial match of the regular season.
