THC, Round 2

Slytherin, DADA

Drabble

Prompt: (location) kitchen

WC: 672


Fred and George glanced around the kitchen to make sure the coast was clear before they sprinted towards the long kitchen counter. Fred grabbed George by his waist and began to hoist him up. George's foot hit his nose, and Fred cried out in pain.

"Shh!" George hissed, kicking Fred's face again as he tried to push himself up onto the counter. "Mum will hear you! We'll get into trouble!"

Tears welled up in Fred's eyes from the pain, but he stayed silent. George was right; if their mum found out what they were up to, she would skin their hides. Fred whisper-yelled, "Hurry up then!"

"Just a bit higher," George whispered, and Fred grunted as he shoved his twin brother up. "Got it!"

Fred panted and massaged his shoulders before looking up at George, who was now crawling on the kitchen counter towards the large apple pie placed on the windowsill. Fred's mouth watered at the sight of it, and he bounced on the balls of his feet in excitement. Soon, the pie would be theirs and no one would be able to stop them from eating it.

But before George could pick up the pie, it Levitated over his head and flew towards the door. Thinking their mum had caught them, Fred and George both whirled around in a panic.

Fortunately for them, Charlie stood in the doorway, the apple pie placed under his arm. He smirked before wiggling his fingers at the twins and turning around. He called out over his shoulder, "Finders keepers, losers weepers."

Fred cried out as Charlie tried to walk out of the kitchen, and to everyone's surprise, the door slammed shut in his face. Charlie gasped and whirled around. "Did you just…"

"That's our pie!" George yelled as he crawled over the kitchen counters at top speed. Fred ran right up to Charlie and attempted to grab the steaming hot pie from his hands.

Charlie cried, "Hey, no! It's mine! I got it first!"

"No, you didn't! We got it! It's ours!" Fred exclaimed right before George cried out, "Hi-yah," and leapt at Charlie's back with a ladle.

The trio went down in a heap of flailing limbs and crushed pie. Fred elbowed Charlie's ribs when he tried to claw at George's hair, and George smacked Charlie's head with the ladle lying nearby.

Charlie yelled for help, and within seconds, Bill entered the kitchen, his eyes wide with worry. Fred cackled when George grabbed onto Bill's trousers and yanked them down. Bill squawked with indignation and tried to pull himself away from the chaos, but Fred didn't allow him.

With surprisingly fast reflexes, Fred picked up the mashed pie filling and shoved it down the back of Bill's shirt. Bill yelled, "Hot! Hot! Hot! What the f—"

"No bad words, Bill!" Fred and George cried in unison as they held their older brothers down.

"What in Merlin's name is going on in here?" their mum roared, and everyone stiffened at her sudden appearance.

"Charlie started it!" Fred and George exclaimed, jumping off Charlie's back and pointing at his head to make it more obvious.

"Charles Weasley," their mum snarled, dragging him up by his ear. "What did you do?"

"It's the twins' fault! Not mine!" Charlie howled, but Fred and George quickly put on their most innocent expressions (well-practiced and complete with wide eyes, trembling chin, and jutting lower lips), as their mum furiously dragged Charlie out of there.

Once she was gone, Fred picked up the ladle and turned towards Bill. Bill paled and held his hands up quickly. "I swear you two are demons. I won't say anything. Just let me go in peace. I'm pretty sure my back is burned—and I didn't even do anything."

Fred and George smiled deviously, and Bill shot to his feet and ran out of there. After he was gone, the twins cheered and sat down on the ground to enjoy the crushed fruits of their labour.

The apple pie tasted even more delicious than usual.