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perposterice 3 x 100 challenge prompt ("The Weasley twins and the Pillar of Chaos"), and I'm scrapping it for that, but I kind of like it on its own as a little fragment:
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Detention with Filch -- again. Fred and George usually weren't fussed; to them, nights like this were just an opportunity to wind Filch up even more, if they could manage it. Unfortunately, on this occasion, they'd been assigned the mind-numbing task of sorting through massive stacks of parchment in Filch's office, in silence. They had been at it for going on four eye-rubbing hours when they at last heard the sound of opportunity. Usually, it knocked, or tapped at least, but in this case it seemed to be snoring.
Cheers, Filch, thought George, and looked at Fred expectantly. Fred wiggled his eyebrows in response, and they both rose and began poking quietly around the room. Reading peeling labels attached to the wooden drawers of what looked like an ancient bureau, George lit on something promising. Glancing momentarily at Filch, he whispered as quietly as he could: "Fred! Hey, Fred!" When Fred turned to look, George ran his finger under the words on the label: "Confiscated and Highly Dangerous".
"Should we, Fred?" mouthed George. "Should we, George?" mouthed Fred back at him.
The twins smiled in unison, then whispered together, " 'Course we should."
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I like the idea of opportunity snoring. That just amuses me...
perposterice 3 x 100 challenge prompt ("The Weasley twins and the Pillar of Chaos"), and I'm scrapping it for that, but I kind of like it on its own as a little fragment:------
Detention with Filch -- again. Fred and George usually weren't fussed; to them, nights like this were just an opportunity to wind Filch up even more, if they could manage it. Unfortunately, on this occasion, they'd been assigned the mind-numbing task of sorting through massive stacks of parchment in Filch's office, in silence. They had been at it for going on four eye-rubbing hours when they at last heard the sound of opportunity. Usually, it knocked, or tapped at least, but in this case it seemed to be snoring.
Cheers, Filch, thought George, and looked at Fred expectantly. Fred wiggled his eyebrows in response, and they both rose and began poking quietly around the room. Reading peeling labels attached to the wooden drawers of what looked like an ancient bureau, George lit on something promising. Glancing momentarily at Filch, he whispered as quietly as he could: "Fred! Hey, Fred!" When Fred turned to look, George ran his finger under the words on the label: "Confiscated and Highly Dangerous".
"Should we, Fred?" mouthed George. "Should we, George?" mouthed Fred back at him.
The twins smiled in unison, then whispered together, " 'Course we should."
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I like the idea of opportunity snoring. That just amuses me...