Irresistible - f.weasley

31: ☆ mischief managed ☆

The next few weeks went by with Professor Umbridge taking the place of Headmaster. Originally, I thought this would've been the worst moment of her reign with her terrorizing the school. In reality, she ended up having no control over the students; Professor Dumbledore leaving Hogwarts seemed to spark off a series of rebellious acts to take place.

Fred and George were using every product they had to cause trouble for Umbridge. Their most recent creation involved enchanted fireworks that she couldn't learn how to control.

Her first day of being headmistress resulted in her sprinting from class to class. All the Professor's would summon her at every sign of the enchanted fireworks, since they 'couldn't get rid of it' without her help.

"Thank you so much Professor!" Professor Flitwick squeaked out, "I could have gotten rid of the sparklers myself but I wasn't sure whether or not I had the authority..."

The fireworks caused plenty of disruption during class but neither the Professor's nor the students seemed to mind. In fact, it gave everyone the perfect opportunity to annoy Umbridge.

I was currently peaking out from behind a curtain with Fred and George laughing behind me. They had just set off a package set that included 20 mini fireworks that would set each other off one at a time.

"Oh my gosh she's right about to step on it!" I whispered excitedly as Umbridge got closer and closer to stepping on the trigger mark. The twins shushed me and in the next couple of seconds a loud booming echoed through the corridor.

We covered our mouths tightly to keep the laughter inside. The face she made when a firework popped on her nose almost made me fall over.

"Don't stun them Filch!" Umbridge shouted angrily even though she was the only one holding a wand.

"Right you are headmistress!" answered Filch, kissing up to her even though we all knew he was a Squib. Which meant he had no magic to use anyways. He grabbed a broom from a nearby cupboard and attempted to swat them down, but had no luck since the fire set the broom ablaze.

"They're so impressive," I awed seeing the hundred of little colors racing through the air.

"Just wait to see if she tries vanishing them," George pinched his nose.

"Why? What then?" I turned.

"The multiply by ten every time you do," Fred chuckled.

The next few classes were hysterical to sit through since none of the teachers made an attempt to fix the disruptions in class.

"Oh dear," Professor McGonagall boredly sighed, seeing another dragon fly into her room, "this won't do. Miss Brown, will you please find the headmistress and request her assistance." Instead of continuing teaching, she sat back in her chair and began reading a book on her table.

"McGonagall is officially my idol," I giggled next to Hermione.

"It is incredibly magic," Hermione surprisingly applauded the twins work. The dragon flying at the ceiling didn't hurt anyone, but just crackled above our heads.

"Did you know they're planning on leaving?" I sighed sadly, "the twins?"

"What before end of the year?" She asked shocked.

"Yeah. They already have all their products lined up and ready to sell so they don't need school anymore. They've also already found a location for the store."

"And..." she said slowly, "how does that make you feel?"

"Sad," I admitted truthfully, "But that could also just be because i'm super emotional on my period right now. I guess I didn't realize how little time we had left together. The age difference between us hasn't mattered until I came to terms that I would have to spend two whole years of school without him."