Harry Potter - Fred and George Weasley
Title: The last days of summer
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Gred and Forge Weasley, Lee Jordan
Word Count: 945
Rating: PG. A bit gross, that's all.
Summary: Fred and George Weasley are going to be locked up in stuffy classrooms all day when they would rather enjoy the warm weather. Boredom leads to bad ideas and churning stomachs, but everything turns inside out out all right in the end.
Author's Notes: Warning! Graphic vomiting ahead… I know I'm a few days late. I've got so much going on right now so I'll just go ahead and post this as it is. All remaining mistakes are my own.
It felt like the last day of summer. Fred and George Weasley were back for their second year at Hogwarts and they weren’t very happy about it. The sun was warmer than it should be in the beginning of September, but instead of enjoying the weather they would be trapped inside the whole day.
In an attempt to spice up an otherwise boring breakfast they decided to try to empty one of the big pitchers of pumpkin juice. It seemed to be juice left after every breakfast, and some of the other Gryffindors believed the pitchers came with some sort of refilling charm and couldn’t be emptied at all.
“There’s only one way to find out,” Fred said with a grin.
He poured a glass and downed it quickly as George did the same. Lee helped them at first, but after two big glasses he refused to drink more.
“I’m not going to ask Professor Snape to go to the bathroom in the middle of potions class,” he said and put the glass down, “The bastard would probably let me wet my pants.”
After the fourth glass George started feeling a bit sluggish. Fred belched, and laughed as George tried to belch even louder. Some of the older students rolled their eyes at them as they left the breakfast table.
They were drinking slower now, but managed to suck down another glass each. Fred refilled their glasses but there was still some juice left in the pitcher. George was definitely a bit nauseous, but felt better after a couple of deep breaths.
“Drink quickly guys,” Lee said, “We have to go down to the dungeon in five minutes.”
George burped again and miraculously managed to force down the rest of the juice. They left their empty glasses at the table, feeling defeated, but Fred managed to hide the pitcher under his robes and take it with him.
“Are you going to drink the rest on the way down or what,” Lee asked. Fred shrugged.
George could feel the juice sloshing around inside his belly as he climbed down the stairs to the dungeons. His stomach lurched as they waited outside the classroom. He had a feeling he might be sick from all the juice and Fred looked a bit pale too. They were facing utter humiliation and they hadn’t even finished all of it. Professor Snape finally opened the door and everyone started filing in.
“Give me the pitcher,” George hissed to Fred. He decided he would rather go down in style and quickly gulped down the rest of the orange liquid.
His stomach was protesting and he felt very queasy but he clenched his teeth and tried to keep it down. Just a little bit longer… He could feel another burp coming but he waited patiently until Professor Snape stopped speaking. Then he let it out.
It was the most magnificent belch he had ever managed, shortly followed by a gush of recycled pumpkin juice. George felt his stomach contract again and sprayed the workbench and the back of Alicia Spinnet with a spectacular wave of bright orange vomit. He felt better for a little while and enjoyed the screams and cheers before the nausea hit again. This time he turned to his side and vomited several times on the floor.
He was later told that Professor Snape had been speechless for nearly a minute before regaining his voice.
“Get him out of my classroom,” he yelled frantically and tried to avoid the splatter as George bent over to puke on his way out.
He stopped again to evacuate the rest of his breakfast in the doorway. It was a rather interesting puddle with scrambled eggs and pieces of sausage clearly recognizable. Fred dragged him away, and they managed to get all the way to the Entrance Hall before George had to stop again. He dry heaved for a moment.
“I don’t think there’s any more now,” George said, “Ow… My stomach muscles are really sore.”
Fred didn’t answer; he was busy refilling the pitcher with something almost, but not entirely, unlike pumpkin juice.
“Id’s cobbing out by dose,” he observed.
“Good for you,” George said, “Now finish up so we can go outside.”
They decided to hide the pitcher inside one of the suits of armour. It would probably be found sooner or later when someone wondered where the smell came from.
“Let’s go se the squid,” George suggested.
Lee joined them ten minutes later. He emptied his backpack and started rinsing it in the lake.
“Thanks for ruining my backpack mate,” he said to George.
“Sorry,” George said and felt a bit sheepish, “I thought Alicia would get a bit upset if I continued redecorating her robes.”
“Don’t sweat it, I wanted a new one anyway,” Lee said, “And I think she should thank you for getting everyone out of potions class instead of whining over her school robes.”
“Really?” Fred and George said.
“Yeah, Professor Snape dismissed the whole class after a few of the Slytherins started to gag from the smell. It was great! Mary Penrose threw up outside the classroom.”
Lee hung the dripping backpack in a tree and joined them in the grass.
“I don’t get why Snape didn’t just banish the mess like he does when we spill stuff,” Lee mused, “He ran out of that classroom faster than some of the students, and when I left Filch was swearing and scrubbing the floor.”
“All in all a good start,” George said proudly, “It’s not all that bad to be back.”
“True,” Fred said and grinned, “Do you think the water is warm enough for a swim?”
The end
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Gred and Forge Weasley, Lee Jordan
Word Count: 945
Rating: PG. A bit gross, that's all.
Summary: Fred and George Weasley are going to be locked up in stuffy classrooms all day when they would rather enjoy the warm weather. Boredom leads to bad ideas and churning stomachs, but everything turns inside out out all right in the end.
Author's Notes: Warning! Graphic vomiting ahead… I know I'm a few days late. I've got so much going on right now so I'll just go ahead and post this as it is. All remaining mistakes are my own.
It felt like the last day of summer. Fred and George Weasley were back for their second year at Hogwarts and they weren’t very happy about it. The sun was warmer than it should be in the beginning of September, but instead of enjoying the weather they would be trapped inside the whole day.
In an attempt to spice up an otherwise boring breakfast they decided to try to empty one of the big pitchers of pumpkin juice. It seemed to be juice left after every breakfast, and some of the other Gryffindors believed the pitchers came with some sort of refilling charm and couldn’t be emptied at all.
“There’s only one way to find out,” Fred said with a grin.
He poured a glass and downed it quickly as George did the same. Lee helped them at first, but after two big glasses he refused to drink more.
“I’m not going to ask Professor Snape to go to the bathroom in the middle of potions class,” he said and put the glass down, “The bastard would probably let me wet my pants.”
After the fourth glass George started feeling a bit sluggish. Fred belched, and laughed as George tried to belch even louder. Some of the older students rolled their eyes at them as they left the breakfast table.
They were drinking slower now, but managed to suck down another glass each. Fred refilled their glasses but there was still some juice left in the pitcher. George was definitely a bit nauseous, but felt better after a couple of deep breaths.
“Drink quickly guys,” Lee said, “We have to go down to the dungeon in five minutes.”
George burped again and miraculously managed to force down the rest of the juice. They left their empty glasses at the table, feeling defeated, but Fred managed to hide the pitcher under his robes and take it with him.
“Are you going to drink the rest on the way down or what,” Lee asked. Fred shrugged.
George could feel the juice sloshing around inside his belly as he climbed down the stairs to the dungeons. His stomach lurched as they waited outside the classroom. He had a feeling he might be sick from all the juice and Fred looked a bit pale too. They were facing utter humiliation and they hadn’t even finished all of it. Professor Snape finally opened the door and everyone started filing in.
“Give me the pitcher,” George hissed to Fred. He decided he would rather go down in style and quickly gulped down the rest of the orange liquid.
His stomach was protesting and he felt very queasy but he clenched his teeth and tried to keep it down. Just a little bit longer… He could feel another burp coming but he waited patiently until Professor Snape stopped speaking. Then he let it out.
It was the most magnificent belch he had ever managed, shortly followed by a gush of recycled pumpkin juice. George felt his stomach contract again and sprayed the workbench and the back of Alicia Spinnet with a spectacular wave of bright orange vomit. He felt better for a little while and enjoyed the screams and cheers before the nausea hit again. This time he turned to his side and vomited several times on the floor.
He was later told that Professor Snape had been speechless for nearly a minute before regaining his voice.
“Get him out of my classroom,” he yelled frantically and tried to avoid the splatter as George bent over to puke on his way out.
He stopped again to evacuate the rest of his breakfast in the doorway. It was a rather interesting puddle with scrambled eggs and pieces of sausage clearly recognizable. Fred dragged him away, and they managed to get all the way to the Entrance Hall before George had to stop again. He dry heaved for a moment.
“I don’t think there’s any more now,” George said, “Ow… My stomach muscles are really sore.”
Fred didn’t answer; he was busy refilling the pitcher with something almost, but not entirely, unlike pumpkin juice.
“Id’s cobbing out by dose,” he observed.
“Good for you,” George said, “Now finish up so we can go outside.”
They decided to hide the pitcher inside one of the suits of armour. It would probably be found sooner or later when someone wondered where the smell came from.
“Let’s go se the squid,” George suggested.
Lee joined them ten minutes later. He emptied his backpack and started rinsing it in the lake.
“Thanks for ruining my backpack mate,” he said to George.
“Sorry,” George said and felt a bit sheepish, “I thought Alicia would get a bit upset if I continued redecorating her robes.”
“Don’t sweat it, I wanted a new one anyway,” Lee said, “And I think she should thank you for getting everyone out of potions class instead of whining over her school robes.”
“Really?” Fred and George said.
“Yeah, Professor Snape dismissed the whole class after a few of the Slytherins started to gag from the smell. It was great! Mary Penrose threw up outside the classroom.”
Lee hung the dripping backpack in a tree and joined them in the grass.
“I don’t get why Snape didn’t just banish the mess like he does when we spill stuff,” Lee mused, “He ran out of that classroom faster than some of the students, and when I left Filch was swearing and scrubbing the floor.”
“All in all a good start,” George said proudly, “It’s not all that bad to be back.”
“True,” Fred said and grinned, “Do you think the water is warm enough for a swim?”
The end