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Shampoo and Anti-Grease

“Listen up!” a sharp voice said, echoing off the walls. The students immediately turned their heads, for this was one class in which they really didn’t want to get in trouble. The punishment would be unthinkable and they got shivers at the thought of having to spend a whole night in detention with such a slimy, greasy-haired git.

“It is my duty to inform you that the headmaster has established a new policy,” Professor Snape continued, a permanent look of dislike etched upon his face. “Sixth year students are now required to student-teach a bunch of first years. Unfortunately, the headmaster has picked which students will teach which class. For this class, and I’m sorry to say this, Mr. and Mr. Weasley will be taking over.”

“What?” Fred said, confused as he wasn’t really paying attention and had only looked up because he had heard his name. George whispered quickly to him, and a slightly evil grin spread across Fred’s face. “Wicked.”

* * *

The sun was high in the sky and bright light was shining everywhere, illuminating the grounds and enhancing their beauty. But, for two certain sixth year students, the beauty and light wasn’t going to last. These students were doomed to retire to the miserable dungeons where anxious first years awaited their lesson.

George reached the door first and he was about to open it when Fred put out a hand to stop him.

“Do you remember the plan?” he whispered.

“How could I forget?” George replied wickedly.

He pushed open the door carefully, but it still made a huge creak. The second the twins entered the room, Snape gave them a dirty look and as they passed, he muttered “Don’t try anything.”

“Oh, we won’t,” Fred said mischievously. “Have we ever done anything wrong?” Snape just stared at them threateningly as if he seriously believed that looks could inflict harm.

The twins proceeded to walk to the front of the classroom and when they got there, they announced themselves grandly, taking several bows in the process. It was obvious that the first years were quite enthralled that they were about to be taught by the school’s most famous pranksters.

“Now, to begin with,” Fred started saying, but just then a loud crash was heard outside of the classroom.

“Oh no! What could that be?” Fred said dramatically.

“No idea,” replied George. “Professor Snape better go check it out.” Grumpily Snape stood up and walked out of the class, shuffling his feet rather loudly. The moment Snape was out of the classroom George began to talk quickly. They only had a limited amount of time.

“Now,” he said, “that crash was planned and executed beautifully by our very own Lee Jordan. This was so that we could tell you something very important. All of the so-called potions we are making today should be used on your wonderful Potions professor. Keep that in mind, but don’t tell him.” The first years nodded enthusiastically and Snape walked back through the door.

“What are they nodding about?” he asked bitterly.

“We just asked if they were ready for the lesson,” Fred replied, doing his best to deceive Snape, trying to lead him into a dark corner in which there was no escape. They wanted to lead him away from reality so that when something happened, he wouldn’t believe it.

“Right,” Snape said, but it was quite clear that he wasn’t buying it. “Carry on.”

“So,” Fred began. “Today we are going to be making…” He paused in an effort to create a dramatic affect. The poor first years were sitting on the edge of their seats.

“Two potions that are very useful in this world,” George continued. Snape groaned. For him, this was going to be a long class.

“To start with, we’ll be making,” Fred started.

“Shampoo,” George finished, winking heavily at the Potions Master. The first years sat in silence for a few seconds and then realization dawned down upon them. A slight “oh” escaped from their mouths.

“The ingredients are over there,” Fred said, pointing towards the storage cabinet. “They are labeled ‘Shampoo Ingredients’ in order to make sure that you can actually find them.” He rolled his eyes in George’s direction.

“Sit down when you’re done collecting them. We need to talk about what the point of making shampoo is,” George said, snorting.

The little first years got out of their seats and scrambled towards the cabinet, each of them thinking that it was a race in which there was a prize to be gained. They grabbed the ingredients (making a huge mess in the process) and as quickly as they had stood up, they had sat back down.

“So,” Fred began, “shampoo is used for a variety of reasons, but the main one would be to get rid of nasty, greasy, slimy hair.” He stared pointedly at Snape, who merely sneered.

“The instructions are on the blackboard,” George said, waving his wand, and sure enough, words appeared.

Quickly, the first years made their “shampoo” hoping with all their hearts to please the two pranksters. Needless to say, it was a disaster. Pretty soon, potions were bubbling over, ingredients were flying everywhere, and students were smacking one another for now apparent reason. Snape couldn’t stand it. He stood up and started to yell, but Fred interrupted him.

“Mr. Snape. Will you please raise your hand if you wish to speak,” he said.

“No! This is my classroom. I have authority,” Snape said, infuriated.

“If I remember correctly, we’re in charge today,” George said smugly.

“That is not what I was told,” Snape replied.

“Mr. Snape,” Fred said calmly. “If you don’t cut it out, we will be forced to give you detention.”

Snape opened his mouth to retaliate, but George pulled out his wand, pointed it in Snape’s direction, and muttered “Silencio!” Even though Snape’s mouth was attempting to form rather unpleasant words no sound came out. A first year, by the name of Owen Cauldwell, stood up and clapped vigorously. George took a dramatic bow. Someone wolf-whistled. Another said something that no one could make out but bore a vague resemblance to “squeeeeeeeeeeee!”

Several minutes passed and the class finally settled down. Fred glanced up at the clock and saw that there were only five minutes left to class.

“Have you finished up your shampoo yet?” he asked. A loud chorus of yes rang through the class. “Good. Now, unfortunately, we aren’t going to have time to make the second potion the we had had planned.” Many of the first years distinctively groaned.

“What was it going to be?” one of them piped up.

“Oh, nothing special,” George replied. “Just a simple anti-grease potion. You know, to use if, say, your nose happens to be excessively greasy.”

“Not that anybody in here would need it,” Fred said sarcastically. All Snape could do was glare. Just then the bell rang loudly, making a sound similar to “ding, dong, diiiing, dong, diiiiiiiiiing!” All the first years ran out of the classroom, as lunch was next and they were probably afraid that the big, scary seventh years would eat it all.

Snape motioned for Fred and George to come to the back of the classroom.

“Are you going to tell us our grade?” George asked. Snape nodded.

“I’d say that we did pretty well, wouldn’t you?” Fred said.

“Totally, man,” George replied, high-fiving his brother.

“So, are we getting an O?” Fred asked. Snape just stared.

"Was is original enough?"

"Did we manage the class right?" There was nothing but silence. You could have heard a pin drop.

“Hello?” George said, waving his hand in front of the professor’s face. “Hello?” They had completely forgotten that they had cast the silencing charm upon him.

“Oh well,” Fred said casually. “Let’s go have lunch.”

“Wait a second,” George replied. He walked over to Snape’s desk and left two glass bottles, each filled with a different substance, and a note written on a highly decorative piece of parchment. It read: I thought that these might come in handy someday. Fred looked at his twin questioningly, then saw the labels on the bottles, understanding dawned upon him, and he let out a small “oh”. The labels read “Shampoo,” and “Anti-Grease”.

The End!

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