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FRED: Hi there, Fred and George here--
GEORGE: Or Gred and Forge. We havenít quite figured out which.
FRED: *Glancing down* The tragic pitfalls of monogrammed jumpers.
GEORGE: But hey, what can you do? Anyways, weíve been, ah, convinced, that we should write you a review. You know, for Christmas.
FRED: Convinced? Merlinís most ill-fitting pants, George, we were blackmailed!
GEORGE: *Glances around nervously* Perhaps, er, ďcoerced"?
FRED: Slytherins! I canít believe that girl! Threatening to tell Mum about--
GEORGE: *slaps a hand over Fredís mouth* Shhh...Mum could be listening!
FRED: Fine, fine.
GEORGE: Anyway, turns out we were quite happy to read your story. Gave me a few chuckles, at least.
FRED: Yeah, it was quite good!
GEORGE: I mean, we hate the old bat, of course.
FRED: *Nods* Most miserable woman to walk the planet.
GEORGE: But, you did a very nice job of portraying her.
FRED: Yeah. I really /felt/ the hate.
GEORGE: And the pink.
FRED: *shrugs* Not quite sure which is worse, actually. Or, you know, better. Because you did it so well, which is what made it awful...
GEORGE: Heís trying to say that it was well done.
FRED: Well, yes, thatís what I said!
GEORGE: And she completely /would/ want some poor third year to die just to get Hagrid sacked.
FRED: Unless it was one of her precious Inquisitorial Squad. Speaking of whom, George, did you do that thing with the Everlasting Itch cream?
GEORGE: Already done.
GEORGE: And by the way, Holly--can I call you Holly?--how did you hear about that thing with the House Elves? Because I never heard about it, but I bet itís true.
FRED: And what she said about Flitwick? Acting superior? For Merlinís sake, the man makes cupcakes dance to amuse students in his spare time!
GEORGE: Forget the Basilisk. If thereís a monster of Slytherin, itís her.
FRED: Sheís positively mad! Thatís what Iím getting from this little walk down Evil Plot Lane.
GEORGE: More bonkers than a Blast-Ended Skrewt!
FRED: Loopier than a Lobalug!
GEORGE: More mental than a Mackled Malaclaw!
GEORGE: It was, wasnít it?
FRED: *looks back sheepishly* Sorry. At any rate, Iíve got to say, I did not see that ending coming. How Ďbout you, George?
GEORGE: Sounds to me like they all ate some of our patented Puking Pasties.
FRED: One of our better inventions, if I may say so.
GEORGE: Absolutely! Some might question the wisdom of loading up schoolchildren with sweets that will literally make them ill--
FRED: But see how they use them in the Fight for Good?
GEORGE: Never has nausea been so noble!
FRED: Sickness so saintly!
GEORGE: Ailment so honourable!
FRED: So, a delightful little peek into the inner workings of the most heinous person to enter Hogwarts since...
GEORGE: Since Lord Voldemort!
FRED: I reckon she might give olí Voldy a run for his money.
GEORGE: And itís nice to see our fellow Gryffindors banning together to take down the monster. A spark of revolution!
GEORGE: Are you thinking what Iím thinking?
**Pause for Weasley Twin Telepathy**
BOTH: Gotta go!
FRED: Thanks for the great idea!
GEORGE: Yeah, that was pretty brilliant. Hats off to you!
FRED: Donít tell Filch we were here.
GEORGE: Nice work once again! A true inspiration!
Author's Response: Heh...This is officially my all time favorite review! (On my least favorite story even! LOL!) Thanks Secret Santa!! I needed a good laugh today!!