Hermione looked up from the book in front of her when two shadows
blocked the light that hovered above and behind her. Fred and
George Weasley grinned as one at her and dropped into the seats
on either side of her at the library table where she had spent
several hours in fruitless research. "Good evening, Hermione,"
they proclaimed together.
"Good evening," she replied cautiously.
"Word on the street," one -- whom she decided was Fred, given
that every time she had known for *sure* which was which, Fred
had always been the one to charge forward or take the leadership
role -- said, "claims you know something about the gold handprint
on the wall of the Defence classroom."
She closed the book and raised an eyebrow. "On the *street*?"
she asked dubiously.
"Well, in the halls," said the presumed George.
"More precisely, the Common Room," amended Fred.
Hermione simply regarded them calmly, eyebrow still raised.
The twins sighed in unison at her refusal to play along. "Ron
told us," George admitted.
"So?" Fred asked. "Do you?"
-- Bob
---------
Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
blocked the light that hovered above and behind her. Fred and
George Weasley grinned as one at her and dropped into the seats
on either side of her at the library table where she had spent
several hours in fruitless research. "Good evening, Hermione,"
they proclaimed together.
"Good evening," she replied cautiously.
"Word on the street," one -- whom she decided was Fred, given
that every time she had known for *sure* which was which, Fred
had always been the one to charge forward or take the leadership
role -- said, "claims you know something about the gold handprint
on the wall of the Defence classroom."
She closed the book and raised an eyebrow. "On the *street*?"
she asked dubiously.
"Well, in the halls," said the presumed George.
"More precisely, the Common Room," amended Fred.
Hermione simply regarded them calmly, eyebrow still raised.
The twins sighed in unison at her refusal to play along. "Ron
told us," George admitted.
"So?" Fred asked. "Do you?"
-- Bob
---------
Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.