A Weasley Mess *ON HOLD - REWRITE*

XVI.Weasleyfied

A/N: Lord, send me some inspiration - my well of inspiration is running shallow.. 😭✨

Btw, the twins still have the Marauders map!

The very best thing about Hogwarts was being constantly surrounded by the greatest of friends.

That was what Claire was thinking, as she lay snuggled up in one of the comfy armchairs in the common room. Even though it didn't come off as it.

She may or may not have been studying for five hours already, even though it was twelve o'clock on a Saturday - which had contributed to her rather grumpy mood.

At least she had shaken Percy off her and she was now comfortably lounging in front of the fire, while watching Ron trying to demolish Ginny in a game of Wizarding Chess.

One would be a fool to challenge Ron in a game of Wizarding Chess, the 14 year old boy excelled in three things; loyalty, eating and Chess.

So she did not blame Ginny - not at all - when she screamed in frustration and tried to hurl her demolished chess pieces at her brother.

"Blimey, Ginny!" Ron complained, shielding his face with one large hand.

"Did you ever consider going easy on your sister?" Claire huffed, rolling over in her chair so that she faced the plush stuffing instead of her friends.

"Lighten up, grumpy!" Fred yelled, pulling Claire so roughly around that she fell out of her chair.

Hair tousled to every possible angle and eyes shooting lightning bolts she sat up, staring grumpily at the four gingers, Harry and Hermione. Not to forget Máni and Crookshanks.

"I'm not grumpy." Claire crossed her arms and legs, bottom lip pouting unwillingly.

"Suuure, Esteban." Ginny shrugged, chucking another chess piece along at her brother.

"I have just as much right as you guys to have a bad day." She got up from the floor, ready to get back into her sulking throne; the armchair. As she settled down she was once again pulled down.

"Try a week."

"You've been moping for a week now, nut up!" George grinned, getting a sour look from both Hermione and Ginny.

"And we have the perfect solution to your sullenness."

"I couldn't have said it better, Fred." George patted his twin on the shoulder before the both of them hoisted up their french friend and left the common room with her between them.

"It has come to our attention that you're missing the Weasley bad boy -" the boys put her down as they had reached one of the remote hallways.

"So we've decided that two should become three." Fred gestured dramatically, George turned to his brother,

"Dude, that sounded like something entirely different."

"Ignore my brother! -" Fred held out a hand, "Two troublemakers shall become three, as a French lily shall learn to take on her ginger petals.." he finished dramatically.

"Dude, you're so full of shit."

"No - I'm delightful." Fred grinned.

"And there is one sure way to become a full blown Weasley." Both of them grinned.

"Except from marrying our brother, that is."

"And what is that?" Claire couldn't deny the flutter of interest, even though she wanted to stay sullen.

"Breaking into Filch's office." Their grin matching to the last detail, even Claire couldn't help but to flash a smile.

They were nearing the office of Argus Filch, whom was the dreaded caretaker of Hogwarts. He was not a person one would poke with a stick - so to speak - but it was the Weasley twins favorite pastime.

"We need to check if he's in there." The twins whispered, pulling out an old piece of parchment.

"I solemnly do swear that I am up to no good." Fred whispered while pointing his wand at the paper.

What came next marveled Claire.

A maze of a map, all detailed with the corridors of the castle, occupants and all.

"What is this?" She whispered, following the three dots that marked Fred Weasley, George Weasley and Claire Dubois.

"This, my lovely companion, is the Marauders Map -"

"It shows everything and everyone in the castle."

"It has helped us with a lot of mischief." The twins grinned. They pointed to Filch's office, which was pleasantly empty. All three of them grinned widely.

Now, to say that they found a few things in Filch's office was an understatement. Fanged frisbees, nose biting teacups and dungbombs.

The three of them were already planning which Slytherins to use them on as a certain caretaker cornered them.

"Filthy thieves."

A/N: sooo... do you guys want me to skip a lot of Hogwarts and do more Hogsmeade dates and then her getting out of school? Please give me input and your wishes, that would help A LOT and I would write faster.