Fred Rocks...

They had been planning it for awhile, now. Planning and scheming of the different ways to do it. Fred had tossed out extravagent ideas, but George would shoot them down. Surprisingly. He wanted to go out with a bang, but not a huge bang. Just one that let their professors know that the boys could easily graduate, they just chose not to.

When it came time for their first NEWT, their Defense Against the Dark Arts one, they walked into the classroom, but as soon as their exams had been flipped over, they loudly left the Great Hall.

Running up to their Dorms, the boys grabbed their stuff and, shoving it into the trunks, began making their way downtairs. As they went, they greeted students and ghosts, though they did not run into any faculty.

It was lunch hour by the time they reached the Great Hall. Leaving their trunks outside, they loudly entered.

"Hogwarts!" they yelled, in sync. "Can we have your attention, please?"

The silence that hung over the Hall was thick, all eyes turned onto the twins.

The Weasley's pulled their wands out, and with a wave of them, covered the floor with a thin layer of uncleanable slime. "It's been fun!" yelled Fred.

"We've left a few presents for you!" George shouted, as well. "All throughout the castle!" They had, too. There were puddles of goo, corridors of ice, and a few classrooms they'd rigged to explode with Filibusters as soon as the doors opened.

"Come by our shop, 6437 Diagon Alley. Discounts to all Hogwart's Students!" They beamed at their peers, gave Professor McGonagall an extra special wink and wave, and then turned and ran out of the Hall.

The twins grabbed their brooms, and levitating their trunks, hopped on them.
With a loud roar from them (and probably from the crowd that had rushed from the Great Hall to see them off) the two pushed off and flew out the doors.

ooc: REACT! This is BIG! Eveeeeeeeeeeryone!

What the crap.
Okay, something in this dorm sounds like it's about to explode.
For once, not caused by me. It all motorized and stuff.

For serious. What the crap.

This is me, getting out of here.

It was rather early, but Fred was tired. So tired, he'd fallen asleep in the common room, sitting up in an armchair by the window.
His head was resting on his left shoulder and he had a tin of crackers open on his lap.

But he'd been asleep for a good hour. Sound asleep. In a beautiful, dreamless sleep that suited him just fine, thank you very much.
He'd been having too many restless nights, lately. Sleep does catch up on you, you know.

ooc: This is open to Griffs.. because, yes. That is, if anyone wants to. He's asleep... and he's a freaking sound sleeper. Have some fun with it if you want ;)

[semi-private]Merlin, why am I such an ass?

especially to him?[/end]

Open-Casting: Friend.
Criterion: Male.

ooc: I don't know what semi-private means. But that's how he wanted it done. So there.

Y'all smell.

OOC:

GUESS WHAT!
Me + Lisa (Angie) + Vaction + One week = We're gone 'til the 27th of February!
Try not to have too much AWESOME FUN without us!

Feel free to use Fred as you wish. He likes to be used. Especially sexy like.
And this plot thing... sure, you can say they did it!

I love youuuu everyone!
Have a great time and enjoy all the cheese you can!

Me = Out!

Blinded and fighting back angry tears, Fred ran through the hallways, ignoring everyone on his was. As fast as he could, he made his way to the statue of the gargoyle, starting with every sweet name he could think of.

It was near impossible.

Frustrated, scared, and angry, Fred pounded his fists on the wall beside the statue.

( Privet )

The tournament was boss.
Did you buggers see Malfoy's face? Merlin, that was priceless!

This is all fucked.

He didn't want to think about it.
Fred could see too many similarities.
How could he have done what he had?
How was it possible?

The torture that a murder causes. The way it tears apart a family. The ability it has to completely destroy a strong person.
And he had caused that. Fred had caused a family pain. His friends, his teachers, everyone around him.
Harry.
He'd been the source of that.

Crumpling the newspaper article, he threw it across the room.
Miles Bletchley. Death Eaters. He didn't deserve it, no one did.

Fred scratched at his forearm. It hadn't hurt in a long time; not since last year.
Maybe that meant...

Alexander Johnson. He was going to kill her.
He couldn't let that happen; there was no way.
There would not be another murder.

Fred wiped at the tears streaking down his face.

BANG!

The sound was heard loud and clear throughout the fifth floor. Loud, obnoxiously pounding footsteps followed, as Fred ran away from the scene of the crime.

What he'd left was not only a hole in the wall, but the start of some serious floor corrosion. It wasn't really on purpose. So what if he'd dribbled a little corroding puddy? They were still working the kinks out.

But, damn, it sure made one hell of a noise.

Though he wasn't necessarily out of breath, Fred deaked around a corner to catch it. He was bending over, laughing hysterically while breathing deeply - causing some fantastic wheezes and snorts to be heard. If he were anyone else, he would be embarrassed.

It was just after he let out one particularly obnoxious snort that he saw the shadow of someone walk close by him. They didn't stop, so he didn't bother to look up. Or stop laughing, for that matter. (Really, he must've looked a complete nutter to anyone passing by...)

Wasn't until he calmed down and straightened up that he noticed a few people staring at him. Giving a small wave, Fred gave a cocky grin. "Hi."

There, that would do. That's right, show's over...
Or was it?

[ooc]Alright, This is going to sound oddly like Kelly's wee post.
I have many threads going on right now that I've just sort of stopped replying to.

If this bothers you lots, feel free to comment here with a link to the thread and I'll get my ass to work on it.
If not, consider them done :)

I apologize for not finishing them. I had this crazy busy weekend full of dances, bus trips, work, and napping, followed by an intense day of reading everything in the world.
Which I will be doing again today.
BUT, good thing about the Bible and Marie de France is that I can read and RP at the same time.

:)
I hope this makes sense!

Um, I'm not going to bother copying and pasting that entire thing, but yeah - there's that whole other OOC post about whatever and whatnot. If you want to comment cool, if not, that's cool too.
Um.. yes. [/ooc]

It was 4o'clock.
Fred was in the Gryffindor common room.
Standing beside a window, which he'd propped wide open.

Really excited for quidditch!

( Privet )

Right, anyone seen Nesbit's door lately?
'Cuz I haven't!

He was leaning beside Nesbit's office, looking rather guilty, waiting for his exciting friend to show up.

Fred couldn't have been more nonchalent had he been whistling innocently.

If you notice a hole in the sixth floor west wall, it, uh, wasn't me.

At seven o'clock, Fred was waiting at the entrance to the Quidditch pitch, his old broom in hand. It had been awhile since he'd been out flying - and an even longer while since he'd been on any kind of a date.

Which is maybe a little kinda what this was.
Maybe.

Smiling, he leaned against the wall, waiting for Cho.