*crash*
Fred: The genius Weasley wizarding twins are back! I'll bet you missed us, didn't you? It seems George broke our computer when he tried to cast a spell on it to walk, so he wouldn't have to get off his bloody bed and walk three metres to it. Lazy, George. Simply lazy.
But! Even though the computer broke, that didn't keep us from our brotherly duties of attending the Lantern Festival. It was a brilliant idea; I wish we had had them when we were at Hogwarts. It might have kept us out of-- no, on second thought, it wouldn't have distracted us that much. We would probably have some more tricks ready though, since more festivals means more chances to experiment on our fellow students. But back to the festival that actually did occur... Ginny won an award! George and I tried to catch Ron's lantern on fire, but he saw us and chased us round the field waving his wand and threatening to turn us into--
George: We taught him that rabbit trick, you know. *smug*
Fred: Speaking of dearest Ronald (again), one Percival Weasley stopped by the other night. Seems Mum got an owl from Hogwarts telling her of Ron hexing Malfoy. He tried to convince us that we, the infamous Weasley twins, are the greatest influence in Ron's life, which is complete rubbish. Seems if he wanted someone with influence, he should have gone to Ron's friends. But Percy's never been a clever chap.
George: So halfway through his rant on how Ron is ruining his future by "not paying attention and not being serious and yak, yak, yak, I'm so great, I'm Percy, love me," he stepped on a pack of our Talented Taffy. The kind that walks. Percy looked down, raised his shoe a bit, and when he saw the crushed taffy wiggle and try to raise itself back up, he let out an enormous shriek and started hopping round the room. Then he tore off his shoe and flung it through the window. Fred and I were laughing so hard it hurt, and tears were streaming down our faces, and Fred actually fell over.
"It's alive! It tried to kill me! Me! Taffy should know better than to kill Ministry workers!"
The best part -- other than his high-pitched screaming -- was when he noticed us. He stood up straight, thrust his nose in the air, and marched out. Wearing only one shoe.
Fred: It was wicked. Positively wicked.
But! Even though the computer broke, that didn't keep us from our brotherly duties of attending the Lantern Festival. It was a brilliant idea; I wish we had had them when we were at Hogwarts. It might have kept us out of-- no, on second thought, it wouldn't have distracted us that much. We would probably have some more tricks ready though, since more festivals means more chances to experiment on our fellow students. But back to the festival that actually did occur... Ginny won an award! George and I tried to catch Ron's lantern on fire, but he saw us and chased us round the field waving his wand and threatening to turn us into--
George: We taught him that rabbit trick, you know. *smug*
Fred: Speaking of dearest Ronald (again), one Percival Weasley stopped by the other night. Seems Mum got an owl from Hogwarts telling her of Ron hexing Malfoy. He tried to convince us that we, the infamous Weasley twins, are the greatest influence in Ron's life, which is complete rubbish. Seems if he wanted someone with influence, he should have gone to Ron's friends. But Percy's never been a clever chap.
George: So halfway through his rant on how Ron is ruining his future by "not paying attention and not being serious and yak, yak, yak, I'm so great, I'm Percy, love me," he stepped on a pack of our Talented Taffy. The kind that walks. Percy looked down, raised his shoe a bit, and when he saw the crushed taffy wiggle and try to raise itself back up, he let out an enormous shriek and started hopping round the room. Then he tore off his shoe and flung it through the window. Fred and I were laughing so hard it hurt, and tears were streaming down our faces, and Fred actually fell over.
"It's alive! It tried to kill me! Me! Taffy should know better than to kill Ministry workers!"
The best part -- other than his high-pitched screaming -- was when he noticed us. He stood up straight, thrust his nose in the air, and marched out. Wearing only one shoe.
Fred: It was wicked. Positively wicked.