Chương 59: Pranksters

I haven't found many suitable ways to mess with Quirrell since that first Quidditch game. Just the occasional small prank during class and pranks of opportunity when I see him walking the halls. He's a surprisingly difficult person to find outside of class. Luckily for me, once it starts snowing I manage to find the two people who seem to have a knack for finding others.

Fred and George Weasley.

As I watch, they're setting up a prank for Filch. It's simple, just a bunch of marble scattered around a closed door so someone will trip. But what makes it special is the fact that they're specifically setting it up for Filch.

See, it's almost impossible to target Filch for pranks due to his uncanny knowledge of the school's secret passageways. Unless you can see or hear him, you can never know where he is! So if they can find Filch's location, then they should be able to help me find Quirrell.

The question is: do they have the same bias against Slytherins as their brother?

I consider how I should approach them as the three of us wait for Filch to come through the door. Where does it come from? No idea. Also, the twins aren't aware that there's three people watching. But that's not my problem.

It doesn't take long before the door opens and Filch steps out, only to slide as the marbles pull his foot forward while the other remains where it was, only bending to follow his body. A high pitched shriek of rage echoes throughout the hall as he does a splits, the twins laughing madly as they rush off.

Directly towards me.

I wink as they run past me, and the surprise on their faces causes me to snort in amusement as I start to follow them. They don't say anything, though they do seem wary of me. Luckily their curiosity is stronger though, and they don't try anything to get me to go away.

Which is good since I have my own pranking stuff with me. Let's just say glitter and dung bombs make an interesting combo~.

Once we're far enough away that we can be certain Filch isn't following us, we stop and the twins turn towards me. "You're Misha Potter right?" The twin on the right asks.

"Less known twin sister to the world famous Harry Potter?" The twin on the left asks.

I feel my eye twitch in irritation at how they phrase it, but nod all the same. Exchanging glances, they take a step toward me and stretch out a hand each. Putting them on my shoulders, they give me a thumbs up. ""The way of twins means that one day you'll be just as famous as him one day! Don't let it get you down!""

I blink in surprise. I don't know what I was expecting them to say, but it wasn't that. They pull their hands away and cross their arms.

"Anyways, Misha-"

"Why were you following us?"

I chuckle a bit at them finishing each other's sentences like how Harry and I do. Well, did, at least. Before we came to Hogwarts. That thought causes me to frown. We really haven't hung out since we came here. Clarity and her Hufflepuff friend Susan hang out with me and my group of Slytherin friends at least once a week.

Mentally shaking the thoughts off, I turn my attention back to the twins in front of me. I'm here on a mission!

"I heard that the two of you can find basically anyone in the castle. That true?"

Raising an eyebrow, left twin nods with a cautious expression while right twin answers. "We do have a knack for the art of pranking whoever we like. Which means we have a knack for finding them as well. Why?"

I raise a finger. "I want to prank Quirrell. But before we get into that, which one of you is Fred, and which one of you is George? I've just been calling you left and right since I'm not sure."

Left twin snickers while right twin rolls his eyes.

"I'm George," says the left.

"I'm Fred," says the right.

""And together, we're the pranking kings of the school!"" They raise their arms into the air and little fireworks shoot out, exploding above them. Obviously I clap, it's a requirement to pay heed to those at the top of your field of interest before you dethrone them! But I noticed that glint in left's eye…

"So the right twin is actually George, and the left twin is actually Fred." They look gobsmacked at my words before George starts snickering.

"Ha! She caught on right away! We're going to have to change up our introduction, Fred."

The twin in question readjusts his robe with a huff. "I suppose we will, George. Maybe we should dye our hair different colors and tell people they can identify us like that?"

"But if we do that Mom will kill us."

Fred shrugs. "We'll just get rid of it before we go home. She'll never know."

I decide to interrupt before they can continue. "So, about pranking Quirrell, I'm sure as the current rulers of pranks for Hogwarts you already have something planned, but how about I add onto it?"

While Fred snorts in amusement George eyes me, noticing how I said they're the 'current' rulers. But that's a ways off yet, so we'll play nice for now. "Since it's started snowing, we were going to enchant snowballs to follow him around and hit the back of his head whenever he goes out."

I nod. "So you won't have to try and find him anytime you want to prank him. Smart. But how about we add a bit of… pizzazz to it?"

That causes them to raise their eyebrows, and I smile before facepalming at their next question.

""What's 'pizzazz'?"

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(3rd POV)

Professor Quirrell is wandering the grounds of Hogwarts, trying to calm down once again after having to teach that insufferable Harry Potter. Just thinking of the boy causes him to scrunch up his face in anger. But he quickly schools it back into his pitifully scared expression. One never knows when someone could be watching, after all.

He's pulled out of his thoughts by a *thump* hitting his head, causing him to look around in confusion. At least before the pain his master causes him hits a second later. He clutches his head as his master speaks to him.

'Someone has thrown something at me! Pay more attention, fool! And ensure that the perpetrator is punished for this transgression!'

"A-a-at once, M-m-master!" He turns around, ready to drag whoever threw the offending object at him straight to his office where he has wards set up to… relieve his stress build-up. Their memories of the event will be of no concern with the power granted by his Master.

But there's no one there. While he looks around in confusion, he feels another *thump* from the back of his head, swiftly followed by more pain from his master for punishment. He whirls around, determined to catch them. Only to continue seeing no one.

A third strike signals his failure, but one much worse as his head becomes enveloped in a green cloud. He immediately steps out of it while waving it away, but not before he breathes in through his nose.

He gags at the stench while an even more intense wave of pain flows through him. Someone threw a dung bomb at him! Oh, the smell is going to seep into his turban for months! But as he feels something fall onto his shoulder, he looks and realizes that it's so much worse than he thought.

They mixed it in with the snow, so it would soak into his clothes and his hair and his skin! He rushes off to his room provided by the school, determined to prevent the smell from lingering.

Buried in a snowdrift nearby, the Weasley twins and Misha are barely able to hold in their laughter as he storms off, unaware of the copious amounts of glitter now covering his turban.

Once he's gone, and they're done laughing, George places a hand on Misha's shoulder. "We'll welcome the competition, Misha."