A.N: For Gred and Forge, and their many living variations around the
world. Next time you feel tempted into a practical joke, do it!
Thanks so much to my Faaaaaaaab Beta-reader, Suburban House Elf and to all who
reviewed my last fic…you guys rule. J
‘No, we can’t use those, it’s too obvious that it’s us…’
‘I don’t see why that matters, it’s not like our days here
‘Yes, but we don’t want to be expelled before we’ve finished
the other prototype.’
‘You’re quite right George, I forgot myself there for a
Curiosity at this point got the better of Ginny and she
crept silently down the remaining stairs leading from her dormitory to the
common room. It was nearly one in the morning and she had woken up after a
restless sleep, having had a dream that, upon waking, was just out of reach.
Intending to read herself back to sleep, Ginny had gone searching for her
Charms text, which she had left beside the fire when she abandoned her homework
the previous night. Instead, however, she had stumbled upon this highly interesting conversation.
Entering the common room with practiced nonchalance, Ginny
plopped herself down between her brothers. They looked mildly surprised, then
resignation settled on their faces and a silent battle began between them.
-You explain it to
-No, you! Why does she
have to know at all?
-You know what she’s
like. And I’m not doing it.
-But why should I?
-Both do it.
Ginny smiled to herself as the struggle played itself out on
their faces. Being the most feared Weasley had its advantages.
Fred took a deep breath, wondering how to begin. The twins had realised that Ginny would find out
eventually, but they were also wary of any information about the plan finding
its way back to their mother before it could be carried out.
‘Ginny. Dear, sweet-’
‘Not always, Fred,’ George reminded his brother with a
shudder. He had been on the receiving end of one of her Bat Bogey Hexes most
recently. The memory still haunted him.
‘Mostly then. But
‘We have decided-’
‘That the time has come-’
‘For a little revenge.’
Ginny considered this for a moment. ‘What were you
The Weasley twins’ faces split into the identical, evil
grins that suggested they were up to no good.
‘Well, dear sister, that is exactly what we were
‘We considered Canary Creams,’ began
George, with a contemplative air, ‘We would obviously have to
transfigure them to be something that she would willingly eat without suspicion-’
‘But too many people have seen them,’ Fred concluded with a
‘They’re all Gryffindors, though,’ Ginny pointed out. ‘None
of them are going to be rushing to Umbridge to point the finger.’
George nodded acknowledgement of this idea. ‘But if they
knew it was us-’
‘And we don’t want to be big-headed-’
‘-The little squirts might not be able to contain their
‘We’d be heroes.’
‘Best thing since Bertie Botts’.’
‘Bigger than Zonko’s.’
‘Yes, yes, I get the point,’ Ginny interrupted quickly,
stopping the twins glowing praise of themselves.
‘It would be great though…’
Fred and George drifted into a fantasy.
‘Just imagine, the Great Hall packed with people, all the
students there eating…’
‘HER sitting at the staff table where everyone can see her,
making sure she’s visible to everyone, feeling important…’
‘When, all of a sudden-’
‘She turns into a fat-’
Ginny giggled at her brothers’ comical routine, along with
the image they conjured up.
‘You’re right, she’d instantly know
it was you. It has to be something that would really make her explode though.’
The twins looked at Ginny in amazement.
‘Are you thinking what I’m thinking, Fred?’
‘I really think I am, George. Ginny, you’re a genius.’
Ginny blinked. ‘Thankyou, but why?’
George smiled wickedly.
‘Do you remember, genius sister, several years ago when some
fireworks caused a, erm…bit of a distraction?’
Ginny did. It had been on their way to Hogwarts from The
Burrow, and the Muggle taxi-drivers had not been impressed.
‘Well, after seeing the havoc that caused, we began to
ponder upon the, ah, diversionary
effects of such objects. However, we never had the opportunity to test the
‘However,’ Fred interrupted sternly ‘It’s not your business
at the moment.’
‘But-’ Ginny began to protest.
‘Gred’s right, Ginny. We’ll let you know before it happens,
don’t worry, but for now you can’t tell anyone,
especially Ron, Harry and Hermione. Definitely
‘Fine,’ Ginny agreed with a scowl. Silence fell.
‘What were you doing down here anyway, Gin?’ Fred asked
‘Looking for my Charms book. I couldn’t sleep.’ She yawned
‘Don’t think you’ll have that problem now,’ George observed.
‘No. I’m going back upstairs.’ She rose and affectionately
ruffled her brothers’ hair as she stood up.
‘Oh, and Ginny?’ Fred sounded hesitant.
She turned at the foot of the stairs. ‘Hmm?’
‘It’s probably best that you keep out of trouble, so we
might not mention your part in this little…concept.’
Surprisingly for the twins, Ginny nodded without complaint.
‘For now.’ Her voice floated back
down as she disappeared up the staircase to her dormitory. Eventually, she
knew, she would want some of the credit that would no doubt turn her brothers’
into the most famous pranksters ever to pass through Hogwarts.