Through the Pages of Time: Joey’s Hogwarts Tale

Joey had fully adapted to life with a boyfriend—which mostly meant having a human-shaped accessory attached to her at all times.

"Can you put your arm down? You're crushing me!" Joey complained as Fred draped his arm over her shoulder during lunch.

"He's just showing off," George explained, casually stealing a bite of Fred's beef patty.

"Showing off that he finally has a girlfriend?" Lee chimed in from across the table.

"Exactly!" George and Lee high-fived, grinning.

Joey shot them both a glare. Fred obediently lowered his arm and grabbed a slice of seafood pizza from Lee, handing it to Joey. She accepted it, forgiving him for the moment.

"I've only read about three-headed dogs in Greek mythology. I can't believe they're real!" Hermione whispered to Harry.

Joey, mouth full of pizza, chimed in. "Hagrid has a three-headed dog. His name's Fluffy, right, Fred?"

Fred nodded. "Yeah, Fluffy loves belly rubs. All three heads close their eyes and enjoy it. It's hilarious."

Ron gagged dramatically at Fred's casual "yeah, dear," earning himself a fork to the hand. He yelped, and Joey laughed, unfazed by Fred's constant affection.

Joey had grown used to Fred's endless "dears" and "honeys." She even found Ron's exaggerated reactions amusing. "Honey, your aim is amazing!" she said, admiring Fred's fork-throwing skills.

"Of course! I've got plenty of unique skills I haven't shown you yet. I'll demonstrate them when we're alone," Fred said with a wink.

The table erupted in laughter and teasing. Joey's face turned red as she realized how her words could be misinterpreted. Angelina's recent obsession with romance novels wasn't helping.

"Hey, I'm talking about George and my new inventions! Not what you're all thinking!" Fred protested, though no one believed him.

While Joey and Fred were distracted, Hermione and Harry managed to sneak Ron away.

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The wind was fierce that day, whipping up snow into mini tornadoes. It wasn't ideal for a snowball fight, but the twins' new "Tracking Magic Snowballs" made it a blast.

After lunch, a group of Gryffindors surrounded Fred and George, eager to buy the magical snowballs. Fred's pockets were soon jingling with silver Sickles and copper Knuts. Even Hufflepuffs joined in, and soon, the twins were down to their last five snowballs.

"Alright, that's it for now!" George announced. "If you want more, place an order with us. We'll have more ready by next week!"

Fred and Joey crouched in a corner, counting their earnings. With Sirius as their investor, their prank business was booming.

"George and I were always limited by money before," Fred said, securing the pouch of coins. "Now, we come up with new ideas every day. Sirius gives us feedback, and he's just as good at mischief as we are!"

"Do you talk to him often?" Joey asked, playing with a snowball. "What's he up to lately?"

Fred eyed her cautiously. "You're not still obsessed with him, are you?"

Joey rolled her eyes. "What's to like? His hair? Please. I'm over that."

Fred studied her for a moment before relenting. "He's been hanging out with Fudge at Ministry parties, throwing money around. Half the Ministry thinks he's a golden boy."

"Rich and charming, huh?" Joey said, rubbing Fred's ear where she'd pinched him earlier.

Fred grinned. "It doesn't hurt if you kiss it."

"Ugh, you two are unbearable!" George flopped onto the snow beside them. "I'm exhausted. Fred, your 'division of labor' is a scam!"

Fred tossed the heavy coin pouch at George. "Carry this. You'll feel better."

George caught it, his eyes widening at the weight. "This much? We're rich!"

He jumped up, dancing comically, until a snowball smacked him in the face. "Who did that?!" he shouted, wiping snow off his face.

Angelina and Flami hid behind a pillar, stifling laughter. "You've got great aim," Angelina whispered. "Why aren't you on Slytherin's Quidditch team?"

"My broom's not great," Flami admitted.

George appeared behind them, leaning against the pillar. "The true art of pranking is not getting caught," he said with a smirk.

Flami turned, unimpressed. "I don't know what you're talking about."

George sniffed the air dramatically. "That snowball smelled like laurel. I tracked you by scent."

Flami tucked her hair behind her ear, her wrist subtly hiding the laurel perfume. "I don't smell anything."

Angelina laughed. "George, you've met your match!"

Fred and Joey joined them, each holding a magic snowball. "Why aren't you playing?" Fred asked.

Joey aimed her snowball at George. "How about a straight shot to the face?"

George ducked behind Fred. "This face has already been hit by your friend. Maybe your snowball will think it's the same one."

"Who hit him?" Joey asked Angelina.

Angelina shrugged. "Not me."

Joey turned to Flami, surprised. "You pranked him? But you're hiding here, which makes you the most suspicious!"

George pointed at Joey. "Now "this" is an expert!"

Joey hugged Flami, laughing. "Let me teach you the art of pranking!"

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Fred nudged George, spotting Professor Quirrell in the distance. "Want to test our snowballs on him?"

George grinned. "Let's show the girls what a real prank looks like."

The twins jumped into the snowball fight, aiming their magic snowballs at Quirrell. One targeted the back of his head, the other his face.

Quirrell, surprisingly agile, dodged the first snowball. "He's got eyes on the back of his head!" Joey exclaimed.

The snowballs, persistent as the twins themselves, kept chasing Quirrell. Joey couldn't resist joining in, throwing her snowball and dragging Angelina and Flami out of the corridor. "Rule number one of pranking: don't get caught!"

Joey's snowball hit Quirrell square in the face, knocking him off balance. The twins' snowballs followed, hitting him again. Then, a gust of wind blew his turban off, revealing his bald head.

The entire courtyard froze, staring at the stunned professor.