Double Splinch

    The rain fell lightly on the windows the following morning as George woke suddenly in the Gryffindor Tower. He sighed and rolled over, unable to fall back asleep. Several minutes of tossing and turning later, he groggily made for the shower. Allowing the hot water to pour over his head, he felt much more relieved and awake than he had moments before.

    As he came out of the bathroom, rubbing his hair dry with a towel, he looked around the room of beds. Lee and Fred were fast asleep, their snores filling what little silence there be. Glancing quickly at the window, he noted it was rather early. A sly grin crept on his face, and he walked to the water pitcher, pouring a glass. Normally, one would drink the water. George had other plans.

    He crept as quietly as a six foot, red head, 16 year old boy could on a squeaky wooden floor that had needed fixing long before the twins and their friend had even existed. Looming over his brother, he smothered a laugh, and promptly dumped the cup of water onto his head. Sputtering, Fred sat up, wiping his face off with the sleeve of his pajamas.

    "What was that for?" He hissed, trying his best not to wake Lee. George shrugged.

    "I dunno," he answered. "Sounded like fun. You have to admit, it was funny."

    "For you maybe," his counterpart growled. "It's not even..even...." He suppressed a yawn. "Seven yet. Why'd you wake me so early?"

    "Because," George began, rolling his eyes. "Today is Saturday, my dear brother. You know what that means. At least, I hope you know what that means."

    "Ah, yes. The first Saturday of the year," Fred replied, jumping out of bed, and changing as fast as he could, bad mood forgotten. "Let the fun begin!" The two bounded out of the room like two toddlers on Christmas morning. Lee sat up sleepily from his bed, rubbing his eyes. He saw the messy unmade beds, and was instantly reminded of the night before. He listened, but could only hear the rain. That, and a loud explosion coming from downstairs in the common room, echoed by screams and shouts.

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    A round of 'Frederick James Weasley!' and 'George Oliver Weasley!' could be heard, as the Gryffindor chasers snarled angrily at the cowering twins. How the girls had come upon the knowledge of their middle names, they didn't know. But they highly suspected it had to do with a certain sister, and revenge for a certain prank. But that didn't matter at the moment.

    "Heh.. is there a problem?" George asked as innocently as he could, looking at each of them in turn from the corner they had he and Fred cornered in.

    "Well, I should think so," Katie said sternly, crossing her arms and glaring at him.

    "Seeing as the common room, as well as ourselves, are covered in soot!" Alicia exclaimed, looking at the two furiously.

    "Yeah...well...um...," Fred began. But he had never been a good liar around the girls. Neither of the twins were. But, the facts were true. The two twins had let off an exploading...well, no one knew what it had been, and it had obviously been filled with the black coating that covered everything an anything in the common room. Just then, Lee bounded down the stairs, nearly slipping as he arrived.

    "Not again-Oh...," he said, raising his eyebrows and glancing about. "Not too bad."

    "Ah, but we've only just begun," George said, and the twins grinned mischeiviously. They gave each other looks, and they scampered out of the common room.

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    The two eldest Weasleys attending Hogwarts sneaked down the corridor, having left behind total havoc in the common room. They were headed to the Great Hall, where their next victims were sure to be. On their way, they passed many ghosts, and portraits, some of which ran and hid from the terrible two.

    "Think it'll pull through?" Fred asked, glancing at his twin.

    "It should....," George said, looking back at him. "I don't think I made any mistakes."

    "Anyway, if it does, we'll never hear the end of it from Filch."

    "No kidding. How long do you think detention will last?" George asked, flipping a few dung bombs into a passing Slytherin's book bag.

    "Who knows. Rest of the school year?" The two laughed at this, and finally arrived in front of the large doors. Stepping inside, they put on their usual facade, and no one passed them a second glance. They were all used to Fred and George, and it was impossible to tell if they were up to anything or not. This disheartened the two. No one bothered to say hello. Even the Slytherins lacked in their sassy remarks. Which, for some reason, was most disappointing.

    "I hope this works...," George muttered, as they took seats accross from one another.

    "Same here, same here...," Fred replied, piling nothing but mashed potatoes. George did the same, both twins pulling spoons from their pockets. These were not ordinary spoons, however. Nope, this was the latest Weasley invention. They both set the spoons in their mountains of potatoes, and quickly headed for the doors.

    An angry yell was heard as a Ravenclaw wiped his face clear of food. It worked! Soon all four house tables were emmensed in a food fight, while the teachers were trying to gain control. Dumbledore had a familiar twinkle in his eye, as his gaze followed the Weasley Twins' path out the doors.

    "That," Fred began, panting as they stopped running near the 3rd floor.

    "Was perfect," George finished with a maniac grin. The two began walking at a slow pace, much like the previous night's escapade. "How long do you think it will be before Filch starts chasing us?"

    "Dunno, but I wonder how much trouble we'll be in...."

    "That depends on how long it will take for him to catch us."

    "Well. That could be now, unless we start running..." George turned to look at what Fred was, and saw an angry Filch seething at the beginning of the corridor.

    "AH!" The twins yelled, shooting down the hall, their long legs carrying them much faster than Filch's could take him. They zoomed past the common room and a few portraits. Past knights and armor, and even jumped through a few ghosts-not a pleasant feeling. They ran over a few first years, avoided stern prefects, and turned another corner to arrive in a dead end.

    "How did we get here?" George asked, spinning around to see Filch making his way towards him in the distance.

    "No clue...," Fred said with a pant, hands on his knees. "But we're toast..."

    "I told you to turn left at the one-eyed witch statue!" George exclaimed, rounded on his brother. "But no, we had to go right!"

    "No, you're the one who dragged me through the tapestry portrait on the second floor!" Fred argued, shoving his brother.

    "You took the wrong turn!" George shouted, pushing Fred back. Filch was advancing now, nearly upon them.

    "You took the bad short cut!" Fred yelled, tossing George to the ground. His twin stood back up, shoving Fred to the floor.

    "No, you took the wrong turn!" George hissed, shoving Fred to the ground. He sat on his back, unaware of Filch watching them with an amused smirk. Fred grunted, flipping his brother around, to where Fred was now ontop of George.

    "I think not," he replied smartly, before getting thrown off. It went on like this, the fight getting more and more physical, until the two were on the floor wrestling, alternating head-locks.

    "Break it up, break it up!" Filch snapped, coming between the two. His amusement had run dry, and now he was to take them to McGonagall for punishment. And what a punishment it would be.

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    His eyes held hatred as he glared to George from accross the common room. His twins' eyes held the same awful look, and their friends were terribly worried. After getting a months worth of detention for the food fight, and another three days for their fight, the eldest Hogwarts Weasleys were feeling rather bitter.

    Each sported a black eye, while George had a bloody lip, Fred had suffered a bloody nose, and both were covered in bruises. They refused to say a word about the whole thing, after spilling their story to McGonagall and Filch, not wanting to repeat it. Besides, that required both twins to talk-together. Not going to happen.

    It was still mid-morning, and there were classes yet to be attended. How Katie, Alicia, Angelina, and Lee were going to survive charms and potions with the terrible two, they didn't know. Then again, they weren't sure of anything concering Fred and George Weasley. Not anymore.