For Ariel

Ari?Arl? El? ... Still working on the nickname.


'Oh, are you a Prefect, Percy?' said one of the twins, with an air of great surprise. 'You should have said something, we had no idea.'
'Hang on, I think I remember him saying something about it,' said the other twin. 'Once– '
'Or twice–'
'A minute– '
'All summer–'
'Oh, shut up,' said Percy the Prefect

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'Don't worry, Ginny, we'll send you loads of owls.'
'We'll send you a Hogwarts toilet seat.'
'George!'

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Harry has been sorted into Gryffindor: Percy the Prefect got up and shook his [Harry's] hand vigorously, while the Weasley twins yelled, "We got Potter! We got Potter!"

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Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march. Dumbledore conducted their last few lines with his wand, and when they had finished, he was one of those who clapped loudest. "Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here!"

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George to Ron: "… If we're not careful, we'll have another Head Boy in the family. I don't think I could stand the shame."

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Harry is rumoured to be the Heir of Slytherin: Fred and George, however, found all this very funny. They went out of their way to march ahead of Harry down the corridors, shouting, 'Make way for the heir of Slytherin, seriously evil wizard coming through …'
Percy was deeply disapproving of this behaviour.
'It is not a laughing matter,' he said coldly.
'Oh, get out of the way, Percy,' said Fred, 'Harry's in a hurry.'
'Yeah, he's nipping off to the Chamber of Secrets for a cup of tea with his fanged servant,' said George, chortling.

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George: 'We tried to shut him in a pyramid,' he told Harry. 'But Mum spotted us.'

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'We've got two unbeatable Beaters.'
'Stop it Oliver, you're embarrassing us,' said Fred and George together, pretending to blush.
'We think you're very good, too, Oliver,' said George.
'Cracking Keeper,' said Fred.

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'We've come to give you a bit of festive cheer before we go,' said Fred, with a mysterious wink. 'Come in here…'
…
'What's that supposed to be?'
'This, Harry, is the secret of our success,' said George, patting the parchment fondly.
'It's a wrench, giving it to you,' said Fred, 'but we decided last night, your need's greater than ours.'
'Anyway, we know it off by heart,' said George. 'We bequeath it to you. We don't really need it any more.'
'And what do I need with a bit of old parchment?' said Harry.
'A bit of old parchment!' said Fred, closing his eyes with a grimace, as though Harry had mortally offended him. 'Explain, George.'
'Well… when we were in our first year, Harry – young, carefree and innocent –'
Harry snorted. He doubted whether Fred and George had ever been innocent.
'– well, more innocent than we are now – we got into a pot of bother with Filch.'
'We let off a Dungbomb in the corridor and it upset him for some reason –'
'So he hauled us off to his office and started threatening us with the usual –'
'– detention –'
'– disembowelment – '

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'Yeah, someone might slip dragon dung in it again, eh, Perce?' said Fred.
'That was a sample of fertiliser from Norway!' said Percy, going very red in the face. 'It was nothing personal!'
'It was,' Fred whispered to Harry, as they got up from the table. 'We sent it.'

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'An Age Line!' Fred Weasley said, his eyes glinting, s they all made their way across the Hall to the doors into the Entrance Gall. 'Well, that should be fooled by an Ageing Potion, shouldn't it? And once your name's in that Goblet, you're laughing – it can't tell whether you're seventeen or not!'

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'Hello, Harry,' said George, beaming at him. 'We thought we heard your dulcet tones.'
'You don't want to bottle up your anger like that, Harry, let it all out,' said Fred, also beaming. 'There might be a couple of people fifty miles away who didn't hear you.'
'You two passed your Apparition tests, then?' asked Harry grumpily.
'With distinction,' said Fred.

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'Yeah,' said Fred slowly. 'Yeah, you've [Harry} caused too much trouble, mate. Well, at least one of you's got their priorities right.'
He strode over to Harry and clapped him on the back while giving Ron a scathing look.     

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'I don't believe it! I don't believe it! Oh, Ron, how wonderful! A prefect! That's everyone in the family!'
'What are Fred and I, next-door neighbours?' said George indignantly…    

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 'But you get these massive pus-filled boils, too,' said George, 'and we haven't worked out how to get rid of them yet.'
'I can't see any boils,' said Ron, staring at the twins.
'No, well, you wouldn't,' said Fred darkly, 'they're not in a place we generally display to the public.'

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'What's that supposed to be anyway?' asked Fred, squinting at Dobby's painting. 'Looks like a gibbon with two black eyes.'
'It's Harry!' said George, pointing at the back of the picture, 'says so on the back!'
'Good likeness,' said Fred, grinning.

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Umbridge: 'You two,' she went on, gazing down at Fred and George , 'are about to learn what happens to wrong-doers in my school.'
'You know what?' said Fred. 'I don't think we are.'
He turned to his twin.
'George,' said Fred, 'I think we've outgrown full-time education.'
'Yeah, I've been feeling that way myself,' said George lightly.
'Time to test our talents in the real world, d' you reckon?' asked Fred.
'Definitely,' said George.
And before Umbridge could say a word, they raised their wands and said together: 'Accio brooms!'
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all his happiest memories were with his brother.

just breathe.