The Boy That Spoke Snake

Havoc In The Bookstore (Chapter 6.5 BC)

Havoc In The Bookstore (Chapter 6.5 BC)

So, hi. I didn't do one of these last chapter, because someone *cue glaring* locked me in a closet. I'm here now, and I'm gonna do this before I sleep. LindinCapps is our sponsor and she is helping us with our newest book! {Not our sponsor though.} Yes she is and I refuse to believe otherwise. {She's not paying to make this story possible, therefore she is not our sponsor.} {This story also doesn't cost any money.} {My point EXACTLY!} You see, this is the problem of working with a team. Especially if that team is just two people arguing with themselves. Good thing we're not one of those! {He said, breaking the 6th wall.} There's a 6th wall? {What the hell is the 6th wall?} {When you admit to an audience that you don't exist.} {It's actually way more complicated than that tho. You see, a stage has four walls. The back wall, the two sides, and t-} Anyway, this is more of a filler chapter, and not much of a real chapter. It's like, just to give you something to read. {I swear, if you cut me off ONE MORE TIME, AND-} {She cut herself off there. Hope you enjoy!} {DON'T PIN MY CU-} {I think she's tryna blame me.} {STOP IT!} {I'm not doing anything tho.} {YES YOU ARE!}

Percy POV

At first, I didn't know what to expect when I got to the bookstore, but when I spotted Fred and George on the second floor, at the back of the store, stuffing old, worn out books full of exploding confetti, I knew that this was going to be fun.

When Fred saw me, his mischievous grin widened and he waved me over. I joined them, and asked what we were going to do with all of this.

Fred looked to George and nodded knowingly. "As I said earlier, we're going to wreak havoc in the book store," he said. "When Lucius Malfoy steps into the bookstore, which should happen in, approximately, five minutes, we will throw these exploding confetti books downstairs, and when he's confused, we'll drop that crate," he pointed to a locked crate next to the books' full of chocolate frogs on top of him."

"Won't that get us kicked out," I asked.

"Probably," George answered. "Yes."

"But we've got our books already, and we saw Harry in here earlier, so you don't need to come in later either," said Fred.

I shrugged. "Oh well, I might as well live up to my reputation as a store wrecker."

"That's what I like to hear" Fred patted my shoulder. He looked at his watch and then back at me and George. "It's time."

Just then, the door opened with a ring of a bell. Fred handed me a handful of books and George took a stack of his own. A man with long, white hair stepped into the shop, along with a woman and a boy of Harry's age.

Both the father and the boy had their noses stuck into the air, clearly entitled to everything they set their eyes upon. Both males stirred up a feeling of dislike and loathing in me. I'd have to warn Harry about this bloke. Harry made friends easily, but I hoped that this little rat-boy wouldn't be one of them.

"That's them," Fred said.

I almost didn't feel bad about throwing exploding books and chocolate frogs at them.

I'll correct myself: I didn't feel even a slight bit of remorse when George yelled out a war cry and we dumped the books on top of them, their expensive-looking robes and hairspray covered hairdo's, along with everything else that had been stacked onto their trolley, instantly covered in brightly coloured confetti, after a loud 'BANG BANG BANG!'  sounded.

Their faces were priceless; eyes enormous with outrage, and lips pulled into a thin line. I'm pretty sure that, if their faces weren't covered in confetti, it would've been beet-red.