ok so Ron says he doesn’t like spiders because when he was 3 the twins turned his teddy bear into a spider right? the twins are only 2 years older than Ron, which means they were FIVE YEARS OLD when they did this and I’m just??????? like they were five and they didn’t even have WANDS and they managed to deliberately turn a bear into a spider???? even if they managed to steal a wand from their siblings or parents that’s a really tricky bit of transfiguration and at age five most kids are just doing uncontrolled magic….. like TBH in my opinion Fred and George had more innate talent than the trio combined but they just wanted to chill and do pranks and I respect tf out of that
Do you ever think a student ever shouted a house name well getting sorted and didn’t even wait for the hat to decide and just put the hat on there head shouted “hufflepuff” took the hat off and went to go to the table
Imagine being Neville’s older sister and the twins having a crush on you
Written by: Head Honcho ~ Zoe
“I didn’t know you wore those, Neville.” Fred smirks as he holds up a silk bra. George laughs at the blushing dark haired student.
“I think Grandma accidentally switched out packages again, Nev.” You sigh as you set down the box of boxer, packets of seeds, and other things.
“I think so.” Your younger brother shyly nods, dropping the garment and quickly putting the lid back on it.
“Next time I think she should label it before she closes it.” You smile down at him, he quickly nods without making eye contact. “Sorry for mortifying you, kid.” You ruffle his hair.
“Not the first time.” He mumbles, you frown.
“Well,” You let out a deep breath. “I’ll make it up to you at Hogsmeade this weekend then, yeah?” You send him a hopeful smile.
“You don’t have to–”
“I want to.” You cut him off. “This is the fifth time this year alone that Grandma sent you my knickers.” You remind. “The least I can do is buy you something from Zonko’s or Honeydukes for the embarrassment I have caused you.”
“Alright.” He nods.
“Fantastic.” You set a hand on his jaw and lean down to peck his cheek. “See you later, bud.”
“Cya.” He sends you a tight-lip smile as you walk back down the aisle. Once he sees you sit back down by your friends, he turns back to the twins. “What?” He questions noticing how their eyes are wide and their jaws are dropped.
“You didn’t tell us that your sister is the hottest girl in school.” George leans forward and whispers to him.
“She’s absolutely peg, man.” Fred gapes.
“I didn’t know I was obligated to inform you guys on that.” Neville admits, absent-mindedly shifting through the different things in his care package.
“Of course you were.” Fred demands.
“We’ve had a crush on (Y/N) since we saw her on the Hogwarts express first year.” George informs, Neville shrugs.
“It’s not my fault that neither of you have manned up and asked her out yet.” He deadpans, reading the label on one of the seed packets.
The gingers’ eyebrows shoot up at the usual shy boy’s bold statement… but they both give each other a sad look knowing that Neville is right.
19 years ago today Fred Weasley and many others lost their life to make the world a better place for future generations.
Raise your wands for all those brave man and women who died in the Battle of Hogwarts.
“Georgie,” Fred whispered, arching a brow and digging his elbow into his brother’s ribs as soon as they poured out of Filch’s office. “Have a look.”
“Well then,” George remarked, eyeing the worn piece of parchment in his twin’s hand. “A whole drawer of confiscated items and you thought the blank bit of parchment was probably best?” He reached for it, giving it a skeptical once-over. “For this I wasted a dungbomb?”
“A dungbomb at the inconvenience of Filch is never a dungbomb wasted,” Fred told him smartly. “Anyway, considering the drawer, there’s obviously more to it. Unlike you,” he added, nudging him. “Who possess nothing beneath your stunningly handsome facade.”
“A handsomeness that I wear better, by the way,” George assured his twin, not looking up. “Hm,” he murmured to himself. “If it were me, I would- ”
He stopped, frowning in thought.
“Oh good,” Fred said, fighting a yawn. “I was hoping you’d come to an abrupt stop.” He leaned against the wall, kicking one leg out to cross it over the other. “Frankly, if it weren’t for your unerring mystery, I’d have run off a long time ago.”
George raised his wand and tapped it against the parchment. “Revelio,” he muttered, and then watched as a series of words began to spread across the page.
Reading hp and the half blood prince and then I get to the part where Bill gets attacked and has a scar and molly just jumps in saying “oh well I guess that’s the wedding cancelled” and all I think is fleur looking her dead in the eye and saying “I think the fuck not” just this girl is amazing don’t think she’s some stuck up bitch cause she’s just amazing and I love her
“'Special discounts to Hogwarts students who swear they’re going to use our products to get rid of this old bat,“ added George, pointing at Professor Umbridge. ‘STOP THEM!’ shrieked Umbridge, but it was oo late. As the Inquisitorial Squad closed in, Fred and George kicked off from the floor, shooting fifteen feet into the air, the iron peg swinging dangerously below. Fred looked across the hall at the poltergeist bobbing on his level above the crowd.”