['Round the Twist]

[Part One - "Left Foot, Green"]

Author: Mizzy

E-mail: [email protected]

Rating: R

Homepage: http://mizzy.deep-ice.com

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Summary: Have you ever, ever felt like this? When strange things happen, are you going 'round the twist? Don't take everything at face value, now!

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Professor McGonagall frowned as she walked down the Transfiguration corridor. There wasn't normally a whole host of students standing outside the third Transfiguration classroom. In fact, there wasn't usually anyone near that classroom on Tuesday afternoons, it was usually empty.

Rolling her eyes, she moved forwards to the group of students and was about to open her mouth when Fred Weasley's head popped out of the crowd of about thirty and grabbed hold of her arm.

'Professor McGonagall, are we glad to see you!' He yanked on her arm and pulled her through the crowd.

'Mr. Weasley—' she started; startled.

'Ssshhhhhh! Please! Just come listen to this!' Fred added in a low whisper. Befuddled, Professor McGonagall ordered the students to move back and she cast a spell on the door so they could hear what was going on without having to crowd around the door.

'We think Harry, Hermione, Ron, Seamus and Malfoy are in there,' George offered. Professor McGonagall silenced him with a glance and proceeded to listen to what was going on.

'Just shift a bit to the left, 'Mione,' Ron was heard complaining.

'I can't!' Hermione countered. 'Unless ferret boy moves his arms.'

'Hey! I thought we were supposed to be nice, considering!' Draco protested.

'Come on, guys, calm down! For me?' Harry pleaded.

'Time for a new position guys,' Seamus called out. A small whooshing sound was heard.

'Oh, great,' Ron complained.

'Is that even possible?' Hermione gasped.

'Sure,' Draco replied; irritated. 'Look, Ron, move your arm there. Harry, if you bend your legs a little further back and lift your hips up, then that means Hermione can slide under there and then Harry can move his—'

'I've done this before, Draco,' Harry interrupted. 'Push up a little. I can't move.'

'Do I have to tell you how hilarious that looks?' Seamus asked; laughing.

'I don't see you trying,' Ron snapped.

'Next one!' Seamus laughed again.

'There's no way I can do that!' Hermione laughed. 'Ron... Just arch up a little! Let me out!'

A few grunts were heard.

'OK, I'm out, thanks,' Hermione said.

'I don't know if we can all manage this one,' Ron said semi-apologetically.

'Sure we can,' Harry said. 'Draco, lift your foot over here. Spread your legs and then I can get in.'

'It's not going to get through!' Draco complained.

'Just push,' Harry protested.

'Ouch!' Ron complained. 'That was me you kicked!'

'Oooof... What's next Seamus?' Draco asked.

'This one!' Seamus instructed.

'You've got to be kidding!' Ron moaned. 'I'm too tired to carry on now.'

'We can't quit until we get this right! I know it seems impossible but there has to be a way to make it work, all the mechanics of it should be easy enough!' Draco said.

'Look, guys, Harry should be able to do it first,' Hermione interjected.

'How?' Harry asked. 'It's not like I've tried anything like that move before.'

'_Now_ he tells us,' Draco complained.

'Harry, just move upwards a little, twist and it might hit the right spot,' Hermione suggested. 'That would leave Ron and Malf- Draco free to move!'

There were a few more grunts, then a weird sound and Hermione let out a little squeal of laughter.

'Oh dearie me...' Hermione laughed again.

'It's not funny,' Ron said grouchily. 'It hurts!'

'Something burst, I think,' Harry said doubtfully.

'Oh no,' Seamus exclaimed.

'He's right, something white's spewing out of it,' Draco said fearfully. 'Harry, get off me a second.'

'Fine,' Harry ground out.

'It's gone all floppy,' Draco announced. 'I think you killed it, Ron.'

Outside, Professor McGonagall had heard more than enough. She ordered the students to leave and everyone apart from the Weasley twins complied. She frowned, knowing the type of rumours that would be flying around; the type of rumour that she wouldn't have believed if she hadn't been there. She blanched. This time she'd heard the truth with her own ears, and she knew expulsion was in order.

She lifted her wand, and with the Weasley twins flanking her she burst open the door. Especially considering the sight they expected, the sight that met their eyes completely surprised them.

Seamus was sitting on the edge of a desk clutching a square of card, Hermione was clutching her sides in laughter, Ron was levitating feathers off the ground, Harry was clutching a white plastic sheet covered in multi-coloured circles and Draco was bent over a clearly ruined mattress. All five didn't have their robes on but they did have their school uniforms on still, the complete opposite of what they expected.

'What on earth is going on here?!' Professor McGonagall asked, perplexed.

Five heads to turn and stare wordlessly at the Professor and the now-chuckling twins. Seamus gasped as he realised what the teacher and twins had thought they were up to, gasped, and threw the card onto the floor; revealing that it was a type of spinner.

'That's the last time I play Twister with you guys ever again!' Seamus yelled, stomping out of the classroom with an indignant flush colouring his face.

Professor McGonagall watched him go, starting to blush. Her mouth opened in shock.

'TWISTER???!!!!!!'