Happily Ever After (One Shots) CLOSED

Sprinting away as fast as possible, I hid behind the nearest painting.  The knight within it laughed heartily.  I hushed him but a smirk rested on his lips.  Two fiery red heads dashed past shouting after me.

“Elena Ruiz! What have you done?”

I giggled softly into my hand.  I left my hiding place and scurried in the opposite direction to them.  Heading towards the Gryffindor common room, I slipped up staircases as quiet as a mouse.  Creeping through the Fat Lady, I sat down next to Angelina.

“Did it work?” she asked.

I grinned. “Of course.” She high fived me and we began chatting.

A few moments later, the portrait banged open.  I jumped over the back of the sofa much to Angelina’s surprise.

Fred was the first to talk. “Ok – where is Elena?”

The whole common room pointed behind the sofa.  I tutted sourly.  No one can be trusted these days.

“Oh hello boys!  When did you come in?” I asked brightly.  Angelina hid her smile with her hand.

George frowned. “Follow us.” They turned and stalked out.

“Guys – come on!  It was only a few dung bombs in your bags!  Where is the harm in that?”

I followed them out as they turned down the corridors.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

George grinned. “RoR.” That grin was so familiar, I felt it rise on my own lips too.

“Alrighty then.”

I guess I should explain.  Fred and George are my mates and have been since day one.  I live across the road from them and I was born on the very same day a few minutes later.  I even adopted some red tints in my hair.  Everyone recons I was the other Weasley that just got mixed up along the way.  And being so close with the twins meant I was always directly in the middle of all their pranks.  I learnt a few tricks of the trade from them but about the age of seven, I began getting my own back.  Carefully, I’d lay out pranks and watch them unfold.  They never guessed it was me.  Yet, back at Hogwarts, something must have clicked inside their brains and our prank war began!

We walked inside the Room of Requirement to see a messy, jumbled up room.  There were cauldrons with over flowing liquids and colourful smoke appearing from them.  Boxes of ingredients littered the floor and a whole host of packaged goods were stacked onto shelves.

“So any more ideas?” I asked the lads.  This was their practise room for their future shop, Weasley Wizard Wheezes!  They had nearly all their inventions in here and the rest in their dorm.  I had helped with a few ideas and designed all the packages.  Yes, I was good for something!

“Yeah, we got more Fizzing Frisbees and a whole load of Wicked Wands to be stocked.” Fred yelled over the smoking pot.  George pointed me in the direction of the Wicked Wands and continued to work on some unanimous potion that would probably turn him into a 10 foot parrot squawking out the name of the girl he fancied.

I experimented with the wand until I understood what it did and what made it another classic Weasley prank.  Skipping over to my desk with a handful of wands, I grabbed hold of a bunch of pens and some sheets of paper and card so I could begin.  I roughly sketched out a long thin box with large letting to spell out Wicked Wand.  I added a few colours, trial and error, until I settled on bright neon pink for the actual box and a yellow explosion with blue lettering.  Taking the card, I fully made the packet and put the wand inside.  It looked pretty good and defiantly eye catching enough to be sold.  I removed the wand and pointed my wand at the box muttering an incantation.  The box began to duplicate and I filled each one with a Wicked Wand.  There was method in my madness.

A shadow was cast over my work space.   I glanced behind me to see Fred.