Twin Dilemma
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
30
Views:
10,296
Reviews:
30
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 30: Of Wizard’s Chess and Gallery Affairs
I solemnly swear that I am up to no good and will not profit by it. Sigh.
Chapter 30: Of Wizard’s Chess and Gallery Affairs
George was soundly beating Fred at a game of Wizard’s Chess. He was also testing a new product out. Fred, normally quite good at Wizard’s Chess, was finding out that randomly vanishing Chess pieces certainly spiced up the odds. Fred threw up his hands in exasperation.
“I am heartily sick of this game. I am heartily sick of staying in on a Saturday night. And worst of all, I am heartily sick of your ugly face!”
“Careful Freddy! That’s our ugly face,” George muttered.
“I want my girl back,” Fred sighed.
“You mean our girl. She never picked you out,” George insisted.
“I keep seeing my dream over and over when I try to sleep!” Fred said.
“The one with McGonagall?” George asked.
Fred punches George in the arm. “You know what I mean. We’ve got to do something. We have to win her back.”
“But how?” asked George.
“Two brilliant minds like ours- we should be able to come up with something spectacular.” Fred’s eyes twinkled.
George nodded thoughtfully.
A loud and officious voice rang out, “Stop! Put your hands in the air! Drop your wand. Do not move. We have you surrounded!”
There was a pause followed by the clatter of several wands hitting the tiled floor. Fred and George glanced up casually towards the door to see Malfoy and his usually group of leeches frozen at the
entrance to the shop with their arms raised and their faces caught in alarm. The twins sniggered and George whispered, “That always gets the old Voldy crowd! Is the camera still on?” Fred nodded back.
Malfoy was the first to recognize the hoax played on him. He rolled his eyes and sneered out, ”Oh. How droll!” He quickly regained his wand and turned disdainfully to his followers. “This is a joke shop people, not the Ministry!” He sauntered on into the shop as his companians sheepishly scrambled after their wands. He continued straight on until he came to the counter where Fred and George were playing.
“Big date night, I see,” Malfoy sneered. His gang clustered up around him as though seeking safety in numbers.
“Why Fred, it’s little Draco Malfoy. Surprised you’d have the nerve to show your face around here.” George said.
“Your face maybe but not your hair, eh Malfoy. “ Fred snickered. “I see you are still favoring a chapeau.”
“I am not afraid of you and or inconvenient little jinxes. I am just here to drop some advertisements off for your customers. I am sponsering a grand opening of my new art gallery. And I am featuring my girlfriend’s art. It will be quite the thing you know,’” Malfoy boasted.
“You’ve purchased a gallery?” Fred asked.
“More to the point,” George said, “you’ve got a girlfriend?”
“What poor girl did you blackmail into being your girlfriend?” Fred snipped.
“And has she actually been a female all her life?” George joked.
“Or human?” Fred added.
Malfoy’s eyes gleamed with malice. “Oh you might know her. She’s a fine artist and very female. Chloe Brown from the Americas. Well, continue on with your quaint Weasley Saturday night date. I have more important places to visit.” Staging a yawn, he motioned to one of his underlings. A large stack of flyers were plopped down on the counter scattering chess pieces. Malfoy smiled, turned and sauntered out of the shop followed by his faithful hanger ons.
The door to the shop closed with a definitive thud.
Fred and George looked at each other in disbelief. Stunned.
“She couldn’t…” began George.
“Git!” mumbled Fred
“Nah, not him!” George said shaking his head.
“It’s too ghastly to imagine!” Fred shivered.
“Absolutely unthinkable!” George said.
They looked at each other and nodded. “He’s lying!” they said in unison.
Fred reached over and snagged a flyer off the stack. He read the notice out loud:
“The Esteemed Draconious Malfoy Prestigious Picture Gallery is proud to sponser the premiere of the illuminous Paintress Chloe Brown’s renowned International exhibit next Friday evening at 9pm in the spacious Heidelman Building at 77 Rogueway. Refreshments and entertainment provided. Serious collectors only.” He promptly made a gagging sound.
George who was studying a flyer as well looked up, a wicked smile forming on his face. “I think we should go Fred.”
Fred grinned back. “There’s a few new products that need testing.”
George nodded in agreement. “Not to mention an opportunity for revenge.”
“And the chance to woo back our charming strumpet.” said Fred. “I think a diabolical plan is forming.”
The twins rolled up their sleeves and and began solidifying their plan. The sound of pens scratching on parchment filled the shop followed by a deep chuckle that turned into hearty laughter.
“When do you think Malfoy and his cronies will notice the stinksap we jinxed them with?” George wondered.
Fred glanced at his timekeeper. “They are probably out clubbing. It only gets worse when heated up.”
“Brilliantly undetectable..except for the smell. Last for 3 to 4 days.” commented George.
“Might put a damper on the “prestigious” mused Fred. He waved his wand and turned the word “prestigious” to “pungent” on all the flyers then turned back to the diagram that George was unfolding.
“Oh yes my clever brother, this just might work.”
Chapter 30: Of Wizard’s Chess and Gallery Affairs
George was soundly beating Fred at a game of Wizard’s Chess. He was also testing a new product out. Fred, normally quite good at Wizard’s Chess, was finding out that randomly vanishing Chess pieces certainly spiced up the odds. Fred threw up his hands in exasperation.
“I am heartily sick of this game. I am heartily sick of staying in on a Saturday night. And worst of all, I am heartily sick of your ugly face!”
“Careful Freddy! That’s our ugly face,” George muttered.
“I want my girl back,” Fred sighed.
“You mean our girl. She never picked you out,” George insisted.
“I keep seeing my dream over and over when I try to sleep!” Fred said.
“The one with McGonagall?” George asked.
Fred punches George in the arm. “You know what I mean. We’ve got to do something. We have to win her back.”
“But how?” asked George.
“Two brilliant minds like ours- we should be able to come up with something spectacular.” Fred’s eyes twinkled.
George nodded thoughtfully.
A loud and officious voice rang out, “Stop! Put your hands in the air! Drop your wand. Do not move. We have you surrounded!”
There was a pause followed by the clatter of several wands hitting the tiled floor. Fred and George glanced up casually towards the door to see Malfoy and his usually group of leeches frozen at the
entrance to the shop with their arms raised and their faces caught in alarm. The twins sniggered and George whispered, “That always gets the old Voldy crowd! Is the camera still on?” Fred nodded back.
Malfoy was the first to recognize the hoax played on him. He rolled his eyes and sneered out, ”Oh. How droll!” He quickly regained his wand and turned disdainfully to his followers. “This is a joke shop people, not the Ministry!” He sauntered on into the shop as his companians sheepishly scrambled after their wands. He continued straight on until he came to the counter where Fred and George were playing.
“Big date night, I see,” Malfoy sneered. His gang clustered up around him as though seeking safety in numbers.
“Why Fred, it’s little Draco Malfoy. Surprised you’d have the nerve to show your face around here.” George said.
“Your face maybe but not your hair, eh Malfoy. “ Fred snickered. “I see you are still favoring a chapeau.”
“I am not afraid of you and or inconvenient little jinxes. I am just here to drop some advertisements off for your customers. I am sponsering a grand opening of my new art gallery. And I am featuring my girlfriend’s art. It will be quite the thing you know,’” Malfoy boasted.
“You’ve purchased a gallery?” Fred asked.
“More to the point,” George said, “you’ve got a girlfriend?”
“What poor girl did you blackmail into being your girlfriend?” Fred snipped.
“And has she actually been a female all her life?” George joked.
“Or human?” Fred added.
Malfoy’s eyes gleamed with malice. “Oh you might know her. She’s a fine artist and very female. Chloe Brown from the Americas. Well, continue on with your quaint Weasley Saturday night date. I have more important places to visit.” Staging a yawn, he motioned to one of his underlings. A large stack of flyers were plopped down on the counter scattering chess pieces. Malfoy smiled, turned and sauntered out of the shop followed by his faithful hanger ons.
The door to the shop closed with a definitive thud.
Fred and George looked at each other in disbelief. Stunned.
“She couldn’t…” began George.
“Git!” mumbled Fred
“Nah, not him!” George said shaking his head.
“It’s too ghastly to imagine!” Fred shivered.
“Absolutely unthinkable!” George said.
They looked at each other and nodded. “He’s lying!” they said in unison.
Fred reached over and snagged a flyer off the stack. He read the notice out loud:
“The Esteemed Draconious Malfoy Prestigious Picture Gallery is proud to sponser the premiere of the illuminous Paintress Chloe Brown’s renowned International exhibit next Friday evening at 9pm in the spacious Heidelman Building at 77 Rogueway. Refreshments and entertainment provided. Serious collectors only.” He promptly made a gagging sound.
George who was studying a flyer as well looked up, a wicked smile forming on his face. “I think we should go Fred.”
Fred grinned back. “There’s a few new products that need testing.”
George nodded in agreement. “Not to mention an opportunity for revenge.”
“And the chance to woo back our charming strumpet.” said Fred. “I think a diabolical plan is forming.”
The twins rolled up their sleeves and and began solidifying their plan. The sound of pens scratching on parchment filled the shop followed by a deep chuckle that turned into hearty laughter.
“When do you think Malfoy and his cronies will notice the stinksap we jinxed them with?” George wondered.
Fred glanced at his timekeeper. “They are probably out clubbing. It only gets worse when heated up.”
“Brilliantly undetectable..except for the smell. Last for 3 to 4 days.” commented George.
“Might put a damper on the “prestigious” mused Fred. He waved his wand and turned the word “prestigious” to “pungent” on all the flyers then turned back to the diagram that George was unfolding.
“Oh yes my clever brother, this just might work.”