PRANK WARS [GEORGE WEASLEY]
request: “77 with george please? i love your stories” - by anon
a/n: thank you, anon 💞 hope you like this :-)
77. “What makes you think I’ll trust you again after this?”
Your unpleasant scream filled the corridors of the castle, Peeves the Poltergeist immediately following the sound only to find you covered in white paint and red feathers from your head, down to your toes.
"Ha! I didn’t know they allowed chickens inside the hallways!“ Peeves shouted and snickered, flying around you repeatedly before going away.
Soon, Professor Lupin had heard it as well since you were closest to his classroom, and as he went outside to check what had happened, his lips twitched slightly when he saw your condition.
You groaned loudly once again. “I’m going to kill that git, I’m going to strangle him until he stops breathing and -”
"Y/N,“ Lupin walked towards you. “What is the meaning of this?”
Just in cue, you heard two boys laughing from the classroom. You looked behind the professor and saw Fred and George Weasley with their faces red, patting themselves on the back. Though you were only sending a death glare on George since you knew that this was his plan - considering that the two of you had an endless prank war going on.
"Why don’t you ask George Weasley, Professor.“ you gritted your teeth. "I’m sure that he can enlighten you.”
“I see.” he pursed his lips before turning around. “Weasley, mind coming over for a second?”
"Which one, sir?“ the twins chimed in the same time.
"The one Y/N is speaking of.”
Fred placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder in a teasing manner, heading back to the classroom while George rolled his eyes and marched forward where you were standing.
“Y/N! I hardly recognized you. I thought I was looking at a rooster.” he began chuckling.
Blood boiled under your skin even further because of his comment. “Oh, you think you’re so clever but just you wait -”
“Y/N,” Lupin stopped you before you can finish what you were trying to say.
You looked at the teacher and shut your mouth, crossing your arms, still covered in paint and feathers.
"It has brought to my attention that the two of you have been pulling senseless pranks on each other for the past month, George and Y/N.“ the professor began with a kind smile on his face, his hands folded.
"In my defense, sir, he was the one who started it.” you pointed at George, his eyes widening at what he heard.
"Absolutely not. May I remind you that you were the one who made me eat that cupcake that made my fingers have their own fingers!“ George exclaimed.
You sighed. "For the last time, it was a dare!”
“I don’t believe you.”
“What a surprise!”
“You didn’t have to do it so technically, it was still your choice.”
“I was forced to do it, that’s why I didn’t have a choice.”
“Just admit that you’ve been wanting to do it -”
"Oh my god! You’re speaking absolute rubbish!“
"Okay, that’s enough.” Professor Lupin joined your conversation, an amused look on his face because of the argument he just witnessed. “The two of you, breathe, and Y/N …” he got his wand from his pocket and with a flick of it, the mess on your whole body was gone, making you mutter a quick thanks.
"So,“ Lupin began again, "let’s make a deal. I won’t let Professor McGonagall know about this incident, since she is the head of both of your houses and she is quite frankly so close to sending letters to your parents, and in return, you’ll stop pranking each other. Is that clear?”
You rocked your heels back and forth. “Yes, sir.”
He crossed his arms. “Yes, sir.”
“Ah, perfect.” Lupin smiled. “Now, shake on it, will you?”
You raised your eyebrows, glancing at George beside you. “Absolutely not.” you scoffed.
"Why not?“ George asked but you could see that he was now grinning.
”What makes you think I’ll trust you again after this?“ you told him, turning to Lupin. "Now, excuse me, professor, but I really must be going. I’m supposed to be in Charms right now but since someone acted so childish, I am late. Thank you for the help, sir.” you sent one last glared to George, waltzing away then.
George only chuckled, unfazed by your coldness, glancing at the teacher for a moment before setting his eyes on your fading figure as you turn to the left.
“Ah, she really is something, isn’t she? I’m going to marry her someday.”