Mission: Let Harry Speak To Sirius.
Objective: Cause a distraction long enough to allow Harry to break into the Toad’s office and speak to his godfather through the floo network.
Agents: Fred and George Weasley, helping Harry Potter, with aid of Ginny Weasley.
Obstacle: Umbridge herself, locked doors, and Hermione Granger’s constant wheedling.
Let the games begin.
I just want you to know that I wrote some brilliant things here…and WordPress, in all its stupidity, deleted every single word I wrote after that little bit up there. So, I’m going to try to recreate it…but don’t expect it to be long or at all as awesome as it would have been. Okay? Good.
May the odds be ever in your favor! [ha, Hunger Games reference…]
So Hermione is being irritating. She’s trying to keep Harry from doing the above mentioned task.
Harry, of course, is not one to follow orders. At all. So he doesn’t listen to her, and instead has a good, helpful chat with Sirius and Lupin [in Grimmauld Place] about the whole memory thing he saw in the Pensieve [Snape’s worst memory].
Actually…it’s not that helpful.
Fred and George manage to create an entire swamp [‘Portable Swamps, now available in Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes in Diagon Alley] in the east corridor of Hogwarts–something they would never have dared attempt had Dumbledore not been MIA. Anyway, the Toad is furious and tells Argus Filch [crotchety old fart] to whip them until they swear never to do anything ever again.
But Fred and George just smile and say nope, that’s not gonna happen. They summon their brooms [chained to the wall in the Toad’s office, where Harry was just moments before] and fly off to tumultuous applause.
They tell Peeves to ‘Give her hell for us,’ and Peeves, who has never done anything anyone has ever told him to do [besides the Bloody Baron], salutes and beings to think of devious deeds to be done.
Even Hermione, who is usually one for following the rules and studying hard, is proud of the twins and the discord they have caused for the Toad. Hermione hates Toad with a fire second only to Fred and George and Harry…so technically fourth, I guess…but seriously. All the Toad ever has them do is read a long, bring textbook full of useless and dry information. Which…come to think of it…Hermione likes…but this time, it’s just one step too far for her.
So off fly the twins…
I’ll miss you, wonderful people. See you in book six.
If I ever get there.