AN: ...I'm really sorry it's been so long! I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 18-OWLs, Tests, and Information

"No, no, that's all wrong,"

"No it's not,"

"Yes it is, see?"

Sitting in one of the horribly comfortable chairs in the Gryffindor common room, buried under a blanket of books, Lee watched incredulously as Fred and George, heads together, worked tirelessly over a pile of papers.

It was a strange sight, a sight he thought he'd never see; a sight that he actually found a bit disturbing.

"Fred, George," Lee said.

They both stopped and looked up.

There was a pause, as the words were foreign and Lee couldn't seem to form them right away.

"Are you studying?"

The twins blinked and then suddenly and heartily roared with laughter.

"Stu-studying," Fred choked.

"Have you been into our Firewhiskey?" Georged asked, pounding the table.

Lee felt his confusion and concern slip away and curiosity take its place.

"Well what are you working on then?"

Their demeanor immediately changed and they subtlely and secretively drew their papers away under their arms.

"This and that." Fred shrugged.

"Doodles."

"Scribbling."

"Mean things about Ron."

Lee sighed and rolled his eyes. When they got like this he could set an army of garden gnomes on them and they still wouldn't give up any information.

"Fine." Lee said. "If I know nothing then I can't be questioned later."

George nodded. "Good man."

The two went back to their papers.

"If we add that maybe,"

"Are you bloody insane? If we add it when we already have that?"

"Oh dear,"

"Exactly; we don't want to suffocate anyone,"

Lee's eyes nearly dropped out of his head.

"Alright, what are you two doing?!" He dropped the book he was studying.

George held up a hand. "Lee, you need to stop eavesdropping."

"And I thought you didn't want to have to testify?"

"Suffocation?" Lee pressed. "I mean, Snape is bad, but killing him?"

George sighed. "Though the thought has crossed our minds many times,"

"And we have several scenarios that could be pulled off beautifully," Fred added.

"That's not what we're doing."

"We're working." Fred said matter of factly.

"Working?" Lee raised an eyebrow.

"Well," George scratched his head. "It's not paid work yet, but that's only a matter of time."

"Oh," Realization hit him. "Are you working on your shop again?"

"Shh!"

"Shuh!"

The two looked around frantically.

"What if someone had heard you?" Fred hissed.

"It's one in the morning." Lee said flatly. "We're the only living beings in the room."

"You know how Ron likes to get up in the middle of the night." Fred scolded as George scribbled something intently. "What would we have done then?"

"You're very resourceful." Lee replied, rubbing his eyes.

"Wait, it's one?" George looked at his watch. "Why are you still up?"

"I have stupidly waited until the last moment to study for our O.W.L.'s," Lee said wearily. "Thus, I am killing myself with all this knowledge."

"Oh, right," George said. "O.W.L.'s." He hunched over his notes again.

Lee's jaw dropped. "Have you, not, studied?"

"This and that." Fred shrugged.

"We have much more important things going on at the moment." George said. "The pathway to our successful future is being laid out before us."

"And that doesn't include O.W.L.'s?" Lee inquired, not quite sure what to make of the situation.

"We'll do them." Fred assured him.

"We've skimmed through our books."

"And we'll have some more time after our test is done."

Lee stopped himself from saying anything and only blinked.

There was a minute of silence.

"We've said too much." Fred said quickly.

The grabbed armfuls of papers and ran to the staircase.

"See you in the morning," George called. "Good luck."

Lee decided he was not going to any classes that day.

---

The corridor was filled with screams, chaos, and mayhem; naturally Filch hunted for no one else but the Weasley twins.

Despite this fact, Fred and George made no move to flee, only stood surveying their work with crossed arms and satisfied smiles, the type you'd find on a proud parents' face.

"You're not even going to try for it?" Lee's voice distracted them from their accomplishments.

Wide grins spread across their faces.

"No." Fred shook his head.

"Isn't it beautiful?"

"Exquisite."

They looked perfectly relaxed, and even as they were led away their blissful state did not change, and Lee couldn't help but wonder if some screws had finally come loose.

As he looked at the remnants of the sweets explosions he had just witnessed, he also wondered if their test had gone the way they'd hoped.

---

"And after that, I'll hang you by your bloody thumbs!"

Fred and George sat stoically through Filch's four minute rant of fury, unusual punishment, and wild hand waving.

"Do you have nothing to say for yourselves?" Filch demanded, looking so angry they half expected him to collapse at any moment.

As if on cue, screams erupted from somewhere in the vicinity.

Filch looked back and forth between the twins and the door.

Fred held up his hands. "We'll be here when you get back."

Grumbling Filch left the room, slamming the door behind him.

As soon as he was gone George sprung from his chair.

"Hurry up, hurry up," Fred muttered quickly, watching the door.

George hurriedly unlocked the target drawer with ease and leafed through the papers inside.

"Why does he have so bloody many?" George complained. "You wouldn't think he'd do so much writing, he doesn't seem that...articulate."

"Just look!"

"What do you think I'm doing, writing him a love note?? Here it is!"

Fred tossed him a Muggle device they had 'borrowed' from their father's extensive collection, he captured what he needed, and the gadget went back into Fred's bookbag.

George returned the all-important papers back to their drawer and was comfortably back in his chair for a full minute before Filch walked back in the door.

His face was an interesting shade of purple and he was out of breath.

"I don't have time for you right now," Filch wheezed. "Go; I'll deal with you both later,"

In seconds they were on their feet and hurrying down the corridor, heading for the Gryffindor common room, wide smiles spread across their faces.

"All test stages complete,"

"And utterly successful."

---

When they arrived at the dormitory Lee was on his bed once again surrounded by books.

"Well hello," Lee greeted, surprised to see them in good health. "That didn't take long."

Fred shrugged. "There was a distraction."

"Right." Lee nodded. "Well, I hope your test was worth it because you've used all your study time. Do you even know how close O.W.L.'s are?"

"Please Lee, we have a calendar," George said, sounding worried.

"And, thanks to our test," Fred looked at him pointedly. "We were not only able to finalize some products, but we were able to obtain some pertinent information."

Lee stopped. "Information?"

The twins stepped forward.

"You can't tell anyone," George said.

"Do I ever?"

They stepped forward again.

"Did you ever know," Fred whispered. "That Filch keeps a diary?"

Lee smiled gleefully. "I do now."

"We captured it on a camera." George said. "No theft involved."

"And we'll let you see it,"

"For a small price."

Lee pulled out all the study notes he'd made. The price was completely fair.

"Good man."