"You two were supposed to have left this school!" She bellowed. "Get out of here!"
"Yes, yes." Fred agreed "Blubbernut."
"If I must." She said grudgingly as she swung open.
The common room was dark except for the twinkle of light that came from the small fire lit in the hearth. The twins stepped into the room and both smiled. Ah, the memories that were held here. Fred pointed to a spot on the cieling that looked as if a bite had been taken out of it. George laughed at that. "Those fireworks were some of our most brilliant work." He commented, "Right you are." Fred grinned. Fred then waved his arm towards the sixth year's dorm. They made their way into the room and went over to the bed they knew belonged to their brother. Tearing the curtains open, both twins threw themselves on top of Ron.
"Wake up you prat!" They said together.