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George's P.O.V

"Hurry up Fred! We cannot be seen in the girls' wing!" I scold my twin brother for taking too long.

"Will you calm down? They'll spot us if we both be loud, like you," he fires back, earning an eye roll from me.

After climbing up the staircase, we both set down the buckets full of water on the floor to rest our arms.

Quietly, my hand turns the doorknob, and I push the door inward, cringing when the hinges whine under the movement of the door.

Both me and my brother make our way inside, picking up our heavy buckets first. Luckily, Y/N got kicked out of the girl's dorm because she'd always prank the other girls.

And let's not forget that she talks too much in her sleep sometimes.

Just for a simple check, I glance over my shoulder and see my brother trip over a shoe. His foot gets tangled up on his other leg and his bucket slips from his grip, somehow managing to spill most of the liquid on me.

A gasp escapes my mouth as the cold water touches my figure: my glare causing Fred to suppress his laughter.

I inhale to keep my cool, so our prank won't go wasted, and me wet for nothing.

With careful and quiet steps, I make my way next to Y/N. She is snoring quite loudly, but that doesn't matter at the time being.

“On three,” I motion to Fred and he nods, stepping behind me. I look at him and lift my foot to take a step closer to our victim.

Just then, I trip over something that I didn't see and spill all the water over Y/N. My eyes widen and we both stay frozen in place.

The good news is that we ended up making her wet after all.

The bad news is: she is now angry.

"George!" she yells with a low voice, because of sleep.

“I think we might wanna run. Something tells me she doesn't have good intentions,” my brother says from behind my shoulder, turning and running straight at the door.

I look back at Y/N to see her using a spell to get dry.

Fred's P.O.V

I hide behind the nearest corner to escape the impact of the mischievous act me and George pulled off. When I make sure that they're both running off to another direction, I follow them to watch the show. They both run out of the portrait hole and Oliver comes next to me, with curiosity in his eyes.

“What did he do to her?” he questions me, earning smirk from me.

“The real question is what is she going to do to him,” and jog after them, as they have already made their way outside to the courtyard.

At some point George gets tired and slows down.

Bad idea. “This is where the show begins,” I laugh at them, tickling each other.

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Y/N 's P.O.V

I look at my two most favorite faces, “So what do you say? Should we go for a walk?”

"How about running?" suggests George.

"After all the run you had?" questions Fred. "The last one to Hagrid's Hut will give 5 galleons to the two first!" I chirp and start running.

"Hey! Not fair!" I hear both of them yell in unison. After passing the grass area, I am finally able to hear their footsteps behind me.

"Sorry! Excuse me! Passing through!" I yell at the students that I push out of my way.

However, while I make sure to kindly warn people that I'm passing through, the twins push them on purpose and not to actually pass through, but to see them fall: especially the Slytherin students.

Every now and then, I can hear them both barking at every living thing nearby. “Put your bloody arse aside!”

“Out of the way!”

“Move!”

"Carpe Retractum!" George says loudly, and my eyes go wide at the moment I realize what he's going to do.

A rope gets wrapped around my right leg and pulls me back. He releases the spell and manages to get the first place.

“Not so fast baby,” I mutter with a huff. Well, I guess what comes up must come down.

Am I right or am I right?

“Depulso,” I whisper as I point my wand at George, and watch him fly toward me. A scream is emitted from him in the process of his flight, which adds a sprinkle of funny.

“Your turn,” I mutter with a smirk.

"Descendo!" I yell over my burning throat and see Fred getting pushed forcibly on the ground. I giggle like a child and manage to get first again.

“Diminuendo!” shouts Fred from behind me. I gasp as I watch everything get much bigger than me.

"You shrinked me? How dare you Frederick Weasley?" I say in a high pitched voice and a small size. I groan in irritation and start running, no matter how small I am. Fred and George walk beside me, while smiling and trying not to laugh.

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I meet the twins in the common room after my shower for our deal. I hand 5 galleons each, along with a death glare: especially to Fred, since he shrunk me.

George chuckles, but something about it made me freeze momentarily as my stomach feels as if it has thousands upon thousands of angry butterflies inside.

I can't manage to hold back my immaturity and laugh it off with them.

We finally calm down, and make our way to Defense Against the Dark Arts, while discussing and pointing out what we found funny in the whole race.

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Quirrel is very fun to watch. Why? Because he stutters a lot. He seems naive, thing which means I can prank him and get away with it.

With a smirk plastered on my face, I shoot a glance to the twins. George doesn't seem to notice me as he has spaced out unlike Fred, who focuses on me immediately.

He shakes his head, meaning to ask what it is that I need.

“Wanna find out how Quirrel reacts to pranks?” I whisper at him. He thinks for a while and finally smiles.

He leans in and I follow, knowing he has something to say. “I have the perfect idea. Just follow my lead,” he whispers me and I nod with a wink.

Fred raises his hand. “Professor Quirrel! I have a question,” and Quirrel stops talking about the spell called Riddikulus.

"O-of course!" he says sheepishly.

"What happens if you cast this spell upon a human?" questions Fred, causing our shy professor feels and looks uneasy.

Oh my, what a face.

He opens his mouth to answer, but the peace in the classroom is long gone when one of the windows near us shatters. We shield our heads with our arms and wait for the glass to fall on the floor.

Suddenly, a Dementor enters from the window. Every student is now alerted because of fear.

I freeze at the sight of one, and now everything and everyone that was around me are not present in my point of view.

I'm scared.