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R.E.C. by pearluna. Dedicated to the real R.E.C.

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Chapter 7: If you want advice...

Skipping ahead, four days after our latest session with Prof. Hermione and Prof. Ginny, something of grave importance happened. Well, not exactly grave importance, but it was an important event nonetheless. Malfoy had been, as per his usual schedule, insulting us.

“Hello, Mudbloods,” He sneered.

We smiled. “Hello, Leonard,” I replied.

“Don’t disgrace my name with your filthy mudblood tongues,” he spat.

“Don’t talk to us then,” Anne pointed out in an infuriatingly calm voice. He spluttered for a second, then realized Anne had outwitted him. He stalked away, anger clear as daylight on his face.

“Oh yeah,” I said, giving Anne a High-five. She smiled and we continued on our way to History of Magic. During History of Magic, I thought of something. I scribbled it on a piece of paper and handed it to Anne. She grinned at me and mouthed, “Brilliant!” I laughed to myself before proceeding to do what the note had said. Settling into a comfortable position, I fell asleep within seconds.

After History of Magic, I was very well rested. “Rachel, how did you think of that?” asked Anne, who was also very well rested.

“It was in a book I was reading called Helpful Hints for History of Magic. I had forgotten about it until Professor Zabini started rambling about goblins and such. Now we can both sleep, instead of having one take notes and the other sleep.”

Anne smiled even wider. “Brilliant,” she repeated. “No more note taking for us. That charm to make quills take notes, I wonder why nobody ever thought of something like that before? Now, off to Astronomy!” We sauntered down the corridor, heading for the Astronomy tower. We never made it. On the way there, we were interrupted by two red headed men of average height who must have been twins.

“Hello,” said one of these strangers.

“Hi,” I said, a bit confused.

“What are your names?” asked the other stranger.

“I’m Anne, and this is Rachel,” answered Anne, glancing at me confusedly.
The first twin stuck out his hand. “I’m Fred Weasley, and this is my twin, George Weasley,” he stated. Anne and I blinked twice. Thoughts were racing through my mind. Anne glanced at me and quickly stuck out her hand in return.

“Nice to meet you,” she smiled. I did the same.

After all the shaking hands and “‘Nice to meet you’s” were finished, Fred struck up a conversation with us. “So, I hear you have discovered our legacy? Or rather, the legacy we also inherited? And, of course, the store George and I designed to help those who wish to continue the legacy? Our predecessors,” he said.

“May they rest in peace,” said George with his hand over his heart.

“The hailed Marauders,” continued Fred, “perhaps you have heard of them?”

“Yes, Mr. Weasley, we have,” I answered.

“Yes,” continued George,” Well. They were the best pranksters Hogwarts had had for a long time. Then, of course, there were us, until we left school to get away from that,” he was interrupted.

“George, calm down. Sorry, Rachel and Anne. George and I have a soft spot concerning our last year at Hogwarts and a particularly nasty DADA teacher.”

“Sorry,” continued George. “Anyways, then Fred and I became leading pranksters, and now,” he paused.

“There are you,” Fred said and pointed at us.

“Us?” asked Anne, as bewildered as I was. Fred and George grinned.

“Yes, you. We have inside connections: brother, brother-in-law, sister, sister-in-law,” said George vaguely. Fred rolled his eyes at his brother’s words. George rolled his eyes right back. “Oh, and please just call us Fred and George.” Anne and I nodded.

“The point is,” said Fred, “That we have a few things to help you. That is, if you want them.”

What, exactly, are those things?” questioned Anne.

Identical mischievous smiles spread across their faces. “Oh, you’ll find out,” their eyes seemed to say. “Oh, just some... stuff,” George said, keeping his vagueness.

“You’ll find out. Eventually, anyways,” Fred caught onto his brother’s vagueness. “We’ll be dropping some stuff off every now and then.”

“Use it wisely, young pranksters,” said George solemnly, mimicking Star Wars. Anne and I laughed.

“Well,” said Fred suddenly, “we have to go. You’ve missed most of your class, so give this to Ginny.”

“Keep in touch!” said George, and with that, the twins waved and left us.

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