The twins where sitting in their dorm room with their books open to 'fizzing wizzbee's and how to use them' the boys where reading, and re-reading the page over and over clearly trying to use this to help their products. Suddenly without much warning, because they did hear him racing up the stairs, Dean-Thomas burst in exasperated. The twins looked at him un-movingly. Dean put his hands on his knees and tried to catch his breath.
"You're exasperated." The twins chimed at once. Dean looked at them as if just noticing them for the first time.
"Well yea!" He shouted now putting his hands on his hips. "When you run from the green houses all the way to the library all the way here and only have 5-10 minutes to do it!" Dean didn't finish his sentence, he didn't have to. The three of them burst out laughing. The twins had recently decided to skip out on herbology and just got Dean to make up an excuse for them every time.
"So why the rush?" Fred asked closing his book and sliding it under his messy bed.
"Well, what if you try cussing, that's dangerous right?" Dean offered his brown hair bobbing.
"Cussing at a piece of parchment?" Asked George.
"We must be mad!" Fred finished his brothers thought. The three boys looked at each other, and then all scrambled for the parchment. They put it in between all of them.
"I promise to get in deep shit." Dean tried pointing his wand at the paper.
"I promise that shit will go down." George attempted, his wand now also on the paper.
"I promise I'm going to fuck up." Fred tried with little confidence. Nothing worked.
"I promise to fuck everything." Dean tried earning a snicker from the twins.
Nothing.
"I promise to fuck shit up." Fred tried desperately tapping the parchment.