Weasley Boys ✓

Skiving Snackboxes, Broomsticks and Foreigners // Edited

I packed my books back into my bag as the hall began to fill up with students. I made a mental note to get some more ink, since the bottle I had was already beginning to empty. After considering grabbing my own broom from the dormitories and joining Angelina for a spin, I decided against it and got up to put my stuff away before dinner.

"Balderdash." The portrait swung open and I crawled through the hall.

"Hey, Finchley."

"Weasleys," I greeted, nodding at them. They were crowded around one of the smaller tables, a mass of students around them. Curious, I took a closer look and saw they had some sort of display up.

"Skiving snackboxes," Fred clarified. He beckoned Lee, one of his friends, over and handed him what I recognised as a Nosebleed Nougat. "Not feeling up to classes today?"

"Needing a quick excuse to get out?" George piped up.

"Then the Skiving Snackbox is for you!" They waggled their fingers at the box, which was filled with an assortment of Puking Pastilles, Fever Fudges, Nosebleed Nougats and another I had yet to see the effects of.

"Just one bite, and it'll give you the perfect excuse needed." Lee took a bite into the Nougat, a piece of tissue ready. His nose began to bleed. A couple of girls squealed and wrinkled their noses.

"Once you're safely back at dormitories..." George snapped his fingers. Lee took a bite of a purple Nougat and his nose ceased bleeding.

"Simply eat the other sweet and voilá! Sweet freedom!" The crowd began to clap and the twins began dishing out samples.

"Remember to order from Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes; mail-order only!"

I walked up to them and picked up a hard-boiled looking sweet.

"Wouldn't try that if I were you; haven't really tested that one yet," Fred muttered to me. I dropped it back on its pile and raised an eyebrow. "Fainting Fancies. We're still trying to work out how to stop the user from having a fit before fainting."

"Well...it's good to see you're putting your education to use?" I watched as the rabble of students began tricking their fellow friends into eating the sweets. There was great commotion as people began throwing up or their noses began torrenting rivers of blood.

"You're part of this too," Fred reminded as George started to tell the students to stop.

"Right," I reminded myself. "Our deal." I drew out a list from my robes. "I've got a list of the ingredients here. Shouldn't be too difficult to obtain. It's the weighing and mixing bit that's tricky."

Fred nodded. "We'll tell you when we've got them." He looked down at my bag. "Not had dinner yet?"

I shook my head. "Waiting for Angelina; she's out flying with Katie."

"Well, George and I haven't had dinner yet either; want to join us until she arrives?" I took a moment to think about it; the twins weren't as bad as I originally thought, so I shrugged.

"Why not?" I told them to give me a moment and climbed up to the girl's dormitories. Throwing my bag down onto my bed, I glanced in the mirror for a split second before grabbing a brush and raking it through my hair. It was sticking up at the back and I groaned. I pulled the hair bobble I had around my wrist and tugged my hair up into a ponytail.

Clambering down the stairs, I saw the twins waiting by the hole. "Ready?" they asked as I approached. I nodded.

"We're leaving now," George shouted and I glanced over my shoulder to see their brother, Ron, and his friends.