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George shifted. Nothing. "Do you think they cast a silencing spell?"
Fred nudged him with an elbow. "Maybe, but we should still be able to hear. We fixed the Ears so silencing spells won't affect them, remember? Now, shut up and stop making noise so we can hear!"
"Just try again."
"Alright, alright." Fred fiddled with the Extendable Ear for a moment.
"…sick of this damn school thing! How the hell do these kids put up with it year after year?"
They heard Ed's loud voice through the Ear suddenly and exchanged grins.
"Not everyone is privately tutored, Fullmetal," they heard Roy respond, instantly perking up with curiosity at the odd term.
"Whatever. All this material is complete shit, anyway." George lifted an eyebrow; if he swore in front of his parents, he'd be in major trouble.
"I pity the teachers who have to read your essays." Fred laughed and George snorted.
"What's that supposed to mean?" The twins shared a grin; they had already seen Ed's handwriting. It was horrible.
"It was unanimously agreed by all the officers under my command, your handwriting gets less legible the less interested you are in what you're writing. I'm honestly surprised I'm even capable of reading your reports."
"You try writing with your non-dominant hand all the time. You know my right arm can't write."
The boys shifted in curiosity. It seemed this eavesdropping session was causing them to gain a lot of questions. Fullmetal, reports, non-dominant hands. Interesting.
"I am so fucking sick of this damn school thing!" Edward exclaimed in annoyance, slamming his books onto Roy's desk, consequentially waking him. "How the hell do these kids put up with it year after year?"
Roy rolled his eyes. "Not everyone is privately tutored, Fullmetal." His tone was half-amused, but mostly irritated at being woken up.
"Whatever," Edward grumbled. "All this material is complete shit, anyway," he added disdainfully as he gathered up the essays he had left scattered on the desk while teaching. He emphasized his point by showing Roy an essay, as if it were his proof.
The older alchemist looked at the essay for a moment before chuckling. "I pity the teachers who have to read your essays."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Edward exclaimed indignantly.
"It was unanimously agreed by all the officers under my command, your handwriting gets less legible the less interested you are in what you're writing. I'm honestly surprised I'm even capable of reading your reports," Roy answered, smirking at the annoyed look on the blonde's face.
"You try writing with your non-dominant hand all the time," Edward snapped and Roy chuckled. "You know my right arm can't write."
"Shut up. Anyway, that's not why I woke you up. I want to talk about what you found at the Ministry."
"What makes you think I found anything? Maybe I was just wasting time so I didn't have to teach."
Edward fixed him with a glare. "You don't need to be at the Ministry to do that. You waste time here."
Roy chuckled. "True," he admitted, before continuing. "But before I go any further, why don't we say hello to the brats outside our door?"
"But before I go any further, why don't we say hello to the brats outside our door?"
The twins froze as Roy opened the classroom door in front of their crouched position and Ed picked up the Extendable Ear.
"Is this.. An ear?" Ed asked in disgusted disbelief. "An ear? You wizards are sick. You know that?"
"It's not an actual ear," Fred explained swiftly as he stood, George following suit.
"It's an invention of ours. Lets people overhear conversations," George continued.
"Still a prototype, though," Fred finished.
Ed raised an eyebrow. "It's still sick."
"How'd you hear us, anyway?" George asked. "I cast a silencing charm."
"That's exactly how I knew," Roy replied. "I've heard of those charms and it was too quiet in the hallway."
Fred blinked. "Never thought of that."
"Of course not," Ed said with a snort. "Why would you?"
"Now," Roy interrupted. "Why were you trying to listen in on our conversation?"
The twins grinned at the two alchemists. "No reason," they blurted simultaneously, before dashing away.