Golden (FRED WEASLEY)

Chapter 6:

      Fred grabs my hand and starts sprinting down the hall, pulling me right behind him. I'm not very fast, so its hard to keep up.

      He stops abruptly, and I slam into his back causing us to topple to the floor. We lie there for a second, making sure no one is coming before getting up and peeking into Filchs office.

      At first glance it's completely empty, but once I  look a bit further I can tell that Filch is asleep on the couch. I scrunch my nose at the stench, I can even smell him from this far away.

      "Merlins beard he reeks!" Fred says, reading my mind. I nod my head in agreement, and back up a little bit.

      "So what are we doing?" I ask, leaning against the wall, nervous for his answer.

      "Pranking, of course!" He laughs, and I roll my eyes. "You know what I mean. What's the plan?" I ask, looking back in Filchs office. He's still sound asleep.

      "Okay, so the plan is we're going to put some failed prototypes we made on the floor right by the couch. Then we'll make noise, and he'll wake up and get stuck on the candy," He explains, "I know, it's brilliant."

       I gulp at the idea. That sounds in depth, and what if it doesn't work? Then I'll be stuck to the floor, and it sounded like Fred didn't know how to unstick someone.

      "I think I understand. Now what noise are we going to make?" I ask, and I can feel him freeze. "Fred....you don't know what noise we are making do you."

      "No, I don't. I was thinking you could just scream really loud," He starts, before I interrupt him.

      "I'm not screaming for a prank Weasley!" I whisper yell, thinking of what noises we could make. Suddenly, and idea comes to my mind.

      "Whistle."

      "That's brilliant! Well not as brilliant as my plan but not everyone is a winner," He laughs.

      Fred pulls a portrait back, and to my amazement there's a pathway behind it. He steps inside, and comes out with a bucket. Some multicolor liquid sloshes around inside, and little drips fall to the floor.

      "What is that?" I ask, reaching out to touch the liquid.

      "Don't touch that!" He yells, swatting my hand away, "it's a prototype George and I made for candy's that stick your teeth together. It worked, but so well that we couldn't unstick our teeth. So we melted them down into this."

      I nod my head, and step away from him. Even though I'm wondering how they unstuck their teeth, I brush the thought away. Don't really care to know how they did that. I really don't want him to take a wrong step and spill the gunk all over me.

      Fred walks softly into the office, and I watch from the doorway. He carefully starts pouring the substance all over the floor beside the couch Filch is knocked out on. Once all the liquid is poured out, he walks back out of the room, and high fives me.

      "We got the sticky stuff down, now time for part b. You need to whistle as loudly as possible."

       I gulp, but nod my head. I'm starting to really regret the decision of saying yes to this. It's too late for this now, so I put my two fingers in my mouth and whistle as loudly as humanly possible.

      Filch leaps up, and lands his feet in the liquid causing a squish sound. He tries to keep walking, but his feet are stuck in place. It's actually kind of funny watching him struggle.

      Fred and I start dying of laughter, and we have to move away from the doorway so that Filch doesn't see. Once we regain our composure we turn back to watch him struggle.