Snippets

Stories of the young and innocent

Author's Note: Fred/George/Percy snippet with a little bit of Ron. Keep in mind that even though this takes place in southern California, I model the weather after here, so it's January and cold. Fred and George are sophomores, Percy a senior, and Ron in 8th grade. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Still don't own HP…

WAR

°°°Fred°°°

"Tell me once again why we're still on the basketball team?" George whined next to me as we trudged through the dark and blisteringly cold air on our way to school at quarter till five in the effing morning.

I glared over at my twin and stuffed my hands into my coat pockets. Soccer was a fall sport and basketball a winter sport. We joined the soccer team freshman year and loved it so much that when it was over, we decided to join the basketball team to keep us entertained and in shape. Little did we know that the basketball team was the 'it' team of our school. The coach (and other players) were insane. So much insane that we had two practices in a day. The first practice was in the morning before school started, the second after school. Needless to say that George and I did not like two practices in one day. Which makes me wonder why the hell we joined the team again this year! I think we both had head colds the day tryouts were announced and we sedately wandered into the gym without realizing it.

"I absolutely hate waking up when it's still dark out and Ron's in the next room, snoring away!" George continued. "Not to mention walking through town to get to school and--hang on--is that Old Betsy?"

I looked over to where George was pointing at and sure enough Old Betsy was pulling into the Hogwarts High parking lot. My twin and I exchanged glances briefly before breaking out into a run. Percy was getting out of the car by the time we got to it.

"What are you doing here?" I asked between gasps of air. The cold air pierced the back of my throat like knives.

"Or more importantly, why didn't you offer us a ride?" George asked vehemently.

Percy merely knitted his brow and stared at us. "I'm here because I wish to do some research in the library before school starts, and I didn't offer you guys a ride because I didn't want to."

George and I stared at him incredulously as he hoisted his school bag upon his shoulders and marched off toward the illuminated school. George and I followed, mumbling under our breaths. Halfway up to the school, I grabbed a stick that was lying on the ground and proceeded to poke Percy in the butt with it. He jumped and emitted a high squeak before turning around in an angered fashion and glaring at me while rubbing his butt. He called us something that shocked us both and ran into the school before we could retaliate.

I dropped the stick and followed George into the school where we headed toward the locker rooms and changed into our practice uniforms. Two hours later, we found ourselves leaving the gym, sweaty and grumpy to get a drink of water from one of the water fountains. We saw Percy through the library windows. He was hunched over a table covered with books and he was sipping what looked to be coffee from the cafeteria. He seemed cheerful which only caused us to become even more grumpy.

"Look at that idiot happily studying in there," George grumped after he took a drink. "We should so totally create a diversion, sneak into the library and eff up his paper."

I beamed at my twin proudly. "What diversion did you have in mind dear brother?"

And that was how I found myself running stalkers through the halls ten minutes later.

°°°Percy°°°

I want to divorce my siblings. All of them. Well, maybe not Bill, but definitely the twins. After annoying me this morning by poking my rear end with a stick, Fred had to embarrass me by running naked throughout the halls of the school. His coach and a few teachers that were there couldn't get him to stop, so they had recruited me from the library. Chasing after a naked Fred was not my idea of a fun morning.

Once I had managed to coerce my brother into some clothing, I had just enough time to write a conclusion on my paper which I promptly volunteered to read in front of my first hour class. Everything was going swimmingly until I got to the middle and read, without realizing it, this sentence:

"I'm Percy Weasley and I can't wipe my own ass."

I gasped immediately and covered my mouth as my fellow classmates broke into insane laughter. I cursed the twins under my breath. If it's war they want; it's war they'll get.

°°°George°°°

"Fred, George, I'm impressed!"

Fred and I anxiously raised our heads from our prank planner to look at Flitwick, who was sitting at his desk, grading the papers we had just turned in earlier that hour.

"Impressed?" I asked meekly, glancing around as my classmates stared at me. I felt my reputation going down the drain.

"Why yes, these papers are excellent! You're obviously taking after your brother, Percy!"

Fred and I immediately rushed to Flitwick's desk as our classmates broke out in whispers. Glancing down and skimming the first couple of sentences, we recognized Percy's writing style. He must have switched our papers without us knowing.

"I must give these papers A's," Flitwick went on. Fred and I watched in horror as our C average went down the drain.

°°°Percy°°°

Saying that I was shocked to find Ron, an 8th grader, standing outside of Hogwarts High's front doors after school was an understatement. The junior high didn't get out until 20 minutes after the high school; Ron should still be in class. I gazed at him quizzically. He looked utterly confused.

"I have absolutely no idea why I'm here," Ron stated evenly. I raised my eyebrows at him and he continued. "There I was, sitting in current events, when the twins came into my classroom, saying something about Mom dying. Of course Lupin let me go after hearing that our mom was dying. And the twins brought me here for some reason."

"Mom's dying?" I asked, shocked.

"I DON'T KNOW!" Ron shouted, utterly confused. It was then that we heard the screeching of tires on gravel and upon looking at the student parking lot, I saw the twins take off in Old Betsy.

"WAIT!" Ron bellowed, running after the car. "DON'T LEAVE ME HERE WITH HIM!"

I was so angry that I broke the pencil that I was holding in half. Yes, I want to divorce my siblings.

End Author's Note: I'm going to bed.