*★* 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...
The witch looked down with a malevolent sneer, as the potion from the silvery orb submerged the gallery in a thick and treacherous fog. Below, George flew forth in readiness, narrowing his eyes to find her without knowing what to expect. Something within the pulsating cloud between them was swinging back and forth, like the tail of a great dragon. When he finally felt brave enough to enter the murky fog, George understood the magic immediately. It was the staircases. Upon detonation, the Mayhem Orb had confounded their enchantment. They moved so chaotically, it was nearly impossible for George to navigate his way through, even on a broomstick.
It took him twice as long to weave in and out of the shifting staircases. Then, through the gray mist, he saw her black robe and pelted off in a burst of speed, ducking just in time as a set of stairs grazed his back. Aruzula darted away, ensnaring him in a slipstream of swirling fog. But George pressed on, leaning into the chase and accelerating as much as he could dare. He imagined himself on the Quidditch pitch, twisting suddenly and barrel rolling his broom to avoid his rivals when the need arose. George stretched out his wand, and was almost close enough to set her bristles ablaze with the sparking enchantment, when the side of an immense stone staircase crashed into his chest and carried him away.
The momentum was so powerful. There was no stopping it. George was helpless, as the stairs thrust him across the gap. Aruzula could be heard cackling from somewhere beyond the danger. He twisted to see where the staircase was towing him, and gasped as the fog cleared. George was mere feet away from smashing into a wall of terrified paintings.
He hollered at the top of his lungs, gripped one of the stone spindles, and braced for impact.
It was painless. In fact, he hadn't been harmed in the slightest.
George did not immediately open his eyes. When he braved a peek, he discovered that the end of the staircase had been too long, and had lodged itself into the wall. With renewed vigor, he climbed onto the staircase as the paintings begged him to fly them away to safety.
The staircase trembled violently, wrenched itself from the wall, and swung him with fervor back across the stairwell. George leaned his weight on the broom and felt the crack widen beneath his fingers. The damage had gotten much worse. And yet, he was more determined than ever. George planted his feet, gritted his teeth, and pushed off with all his might, his knuckles going pale as he gripped the splintered broomstick.
Professor Kettleburn watched from afar as the brave first year student corkscrewed upwards, creating a funnel of fog through the center of the stairwell.
"Go get her, lad."
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Fred skidded to a stop at the center of a winding passage and took a deep breath, just as Lexington Parsimonae rushed in from the other end. With his most devious grin, Fred tapped the Marauder's Map before drawing his wand on the investigator.
"Fun fact, I've got this map of the school, see —"
"Weasley..."
"Come now. Did you think I'd make it easy for you?"
