#Sweetpea hates their actual name so they introduce themselves by their nickname to literally everyone
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Snap Pea
(Platonic! Weasley Twins x Prankster! Hufflepuff! OC)
this is a one shot/continuation of this post because I liked the Idea and currently have some major HP brainrot going on. I'm not the most skilled writer in the world, but tumblr go brrrr, so here I am (the relationship is only slightly there, but I may make a few more of these down the line if I feel like it, so it could get developed )
I also accidently posted this earlier, before it was properly finished- so this is the actual fic.
It was April 2nd, 1993- The morning after April Fool's day.
Practically all of Hogwarts had been gossiping about the previous day's events. You couldn't walk two steps in the corridor without hearing the student's giggling over their teacher's predicament.
During all this, two Hufflepuffs were sat in the great hall, going through the motions, and keeping the mill running much like everyone else- though one was clearly tuning in and out of the conversation more than the other.
"-And Snape was pissy all afternoon since he didn't know which house to take points off of. I mean, he took points from Gryffindor anyway but- Hey, are you even listening Sweetpea?"
Sweetpea.
That was what everyone called them. They had a lot of trouble introducing themselves to new people during their first and second year, and most would give up asking after they incoherently muttered their name for the third time- So their housemates had given them the nickname since they were largely quiet, kind and well - sweet. Since then it stuck, and even the professors call them that (though it's mostly Sprout)
"Yeah, I was- sorry I just spaced out a little there. You said Snape took points off Gryffindor for the Jell-O thing. Was it Longbottom again? Snape seems to really have it out for the poor kid..."
The other puff, their friend Sullivan, had brightened up a bit knowing that they had been paying some attention. "No, he took points from Ron Weasley- he blamed his twin brothers for the prank and took proxy points since they weren't there."
"They think the twins did it? People should know by now that pranks like that don't fit into their M.O"
"I know! 'Reckon Snape knew, but just wanted someone to blame."
Sweetpea gestured at Sullivan, silently telling their friend to go on, but zoned out soon after.
'I guess I'll have to get Ron some chocolate frogs or something for having to deal with the greasy git- I don't even know why I'm surprised by that reaction'
Sweetpea had been at Hogwarts for 5 years, setting up pranks for 3 of said years- and some people still mistook their pranks for those of the twins. Sweetpea had little problem with this, as it meant that they wouldn't be subject to the many, many detentions they would've undoubtedly earned otherwise.
But still, they did have to question some people's intelligence.
Most of the staff knew those pranks weren't the Weasley's doing, but there was never enough evidence to link it to anyone else- so they were let off as long as they didn't get themselves caught- which had been exceptionally easy so far.
Really all Sweetpea had to do to avoid getting caught was go on about their day, and act innocent. By all accounts, they were a model student who got (mostly) decent grades, regularly volunteered in the hospital wing, and was often seen looking out for first years (puff and otherwise). Plus, their status as a Hufflepuff meant few people would suspect them of being anything other than truthful.
Although others didn't know, they had always been much more on the hardworking and loyal side than the honest side of their house's traits.
They'd been seen by a prefect while carrying feathers and shaving cream once, but were able to pass it off as a kind, diligent Hufflepuff doing a favour for a fellow muggleborn friend who used the muggle shaving method instead of spells.
Now, that's not to say that lying was effortless for them, it actually took quite a toll. Keeping up a façade was tiring, and lying to their friends especially didn't sit right with Sweetpea.
They'd always liked playing little jokes and pranks on people back in their neighbourhood, but as their aunt and uncle had often pointed out, they were getting older- they had more 'important' things to worry about. A prime example being the OWLs they'd have to take in this, their 5th year at Hogwarts.
So before the start of this year, they'd resolved to put the pranks away for good and focus their attention to studying.
When they'd returned after their summer vacation, though, the mood of students and staff had been noticeably tense. A murderer had escaped Azkaban, and things just kept getting worse what with the dementors being stationed on the train and around the school.
They had really tried to stop for good- not having set up a single practical joke for nearly half the school year- but seeing the fear and uneasiness in the other students, particularly the younger ones, growing worse and worse- they felt they had to lighten up the mood.
So they went to the drawing board. They had planned for April fool's day meticulously since the beginning of march- Saving up every knut and sickle they could to purchase the perfect supplies. Supplies that would form the perfect pranks. They had high hopes that it would work, because if it didn't, they weren't sure what else could be done to get their peers to laugh again.
After an entire month of planning, and many setbacks, everything was in place. A day filled with harmless fun, a small army behind it pulling the strings.
It went off without a hitch.
In the morning, the elves brought in a platter of delicious, nutritious and extremely vicious durian Danishes. The smell was so bad, that nobody thought twice about biting into the suspiciously minty Oreos that were placed conveniently beside their breakfast pastries.
Peeves floated around the corridors all day, being friendly and helpful to any lost first years, and even running errands for the professors (staying mostly near professor Lupin)
The first student to walk into any classroom was blasted with confetti, via homemade confetti canons stationed at the doors. The ghosts would refill them every now and again(some agreed to do so because they were friends with Sweetpea, but others just owed them a favour).
First year flying lessons were accompanied by very slow, and very friendly golden snitches (that Sweetpea got for half price since they'd been deemed 'too fond of people' to be used in-game)
They would zip around, flying circles around student's heads-sometimes even flying straight into people's hands. The kids were delighted when they'd catch one- and though Madame Hooch was less delighted to have her lessons interrupted, she seemed to mellow out when a snitch had warmed up to her as well.
Once lessons were over, those same snitches were seen around the school following Quidditch players for the rest of the day.
Harry potter, who Sweetpea had interacted with a few times, and was quite fond of had also been paired with a very cuddly quaffle- one of Sweetpea's rare working enchantments.
Divination students had a chuckle when Trelawney's crystal ball had been found to be replaced with an engorgioed 'magic' eight ball.
She had convinced herself it was an ill omen, but remembered the date when half-blood and muggleborn students laughed as she said her sources from the great beyond said 'no'.
McGonagall's room had 50 lucky cats of various sizes (and a squeaky mouse toy since sweetpea thought 'Minnie' might get a kick out of it) hidden in it. The students had only found about 7 so far, so this pranks was sure to be a gift that would keep on giving.
Flitwick got some -ahem- extra feathers for for his future explanations of wingardium leviosa. (Thank you Grey Lady for your willingness to prank a former student in your house)
Dumbledore even wore the joke glasses that Sweetpea had slipped into his office the whole day. They'd hidden the normal specs in the ashes at the bottom of his phoenix's cage. They had a feint suspicion he knew where they were and just wore the joke ones anyway.
Sweetpea felt guilty at the prospect of pranking Professors Lupin and Sprout, since the two were their favourite teacher, and head of house respectively. Thus, they were let off the hook, and the two were left some gifts of assorted chocolates and some muggle succulents Sweetpea thought they'd enjoy.
Snape, However, Was given no such mercy. He'd always been the most sour staff member, taking points left and right- and even going so far as to publicly embarrass students he didn't personally like.
It was said sourness that had spawned the idea for his prank. going into his classroom, students immediately saw that his cauldron had been enlarged to fit the entire room. When one stepped in, they saw that his shelves were empty- and that all the contents had been placed in solidified lemon jelly. Every tool, bottle, book and ingredient had been submerged in an amount of gelatin it would take to fill a small swimming pool. It had apparently taken him hours to fish out all his tools- and that was with the help of a few well-placed filibuster firecrackers, courtesy of a certain set of twins.
Usually, Sweetpea preferred their pranks to be enjoyable for everyone involved. Hell, the only 'mean' pranks they'd played were the stinky durian pastries and the toothpaste Oreos they'd made for everyone, but those were more to throw people off their scent.
Well, okay- There was also the cling wrapped toilets in the prefects bathroom- Sweetpea was all about smiling and having fun with pranks, but they still wanted to have a little extra fun with a few select people. All things aside- Snape had this one coming.
They'd put a stop to most of the unsavory and/or cruel 'jokes' with the help of some of the portraits (who make for lovely distractions) and even some of the other pranks just for the amusement that came with watching them backfire- but there was one certain pair of people who were allowed special, free-reign, birthday privileges: Fred and George Weasley.
Sweetpea had been acquaintances of the Weasley Twins. They were in the same year, and shared a common interest or two, but they didn't get to hold as many long conversations with the boys as they would've liked due to being in different houses and taking mostly different classes. Still, Sweetpea admired their work as pranksters/troublemakers, and hoped to become better friends with them.
The whole Weasley family had been very rattled by the previous year's events- especially the youngest and only girl, Ginny. And while Sweetpea didn't know all the details, they got enough information to know it was really traumatic for all of them.
So Sweetpea had snuck in a few innocuous items for each Weasley still at Hogwarts- stuff like chocolate frogs for Ron and an extra slice of treacle tart for Ginny (with the help of some friendly house elves).
When Sweetpea had overheard Lee Jordon's (frankly quite loud) declaration that the twins would be turning 16 the next day on the eve of march 31st- They knew they had to do something for them.
Sweetpea boxed up any extra/unneeded supplies to gift to them- along with some muggle hair dye they had had mailed to them in early march with a specific target in mind- figuring that the twins would enjoy it better than they would.
And upon seeing their mark's bright pink hair this morning as he entered the hall, Sweetpea knew they definitely did. Sullivan, who had still been chatting, stopped abruptly with a snort.
" looks like little Malfoy has a new look-"
Sweetpea could not have been happier to see the little git looking so mortified at his new hairstyle. The twins had even added some kind of glitter to the dye in order to really bring the whole look together.
Snickers broke out across the different tables- even a few Slytherins were outright laughing at their housemate.
The next people to enter were the Twins themselves- each with a wild grin on his face.
'mission accomplished' Sweetpea thought, a smile spreading across their face.
Sullivan had gone around the table to talk to some of his other friends when the mail had begun to roll in. Once they were alone, a post owl had plopped a package right into Sweetpea's scrambled eggs- something that both annoyed and amused them. They scratched the owl on the head, and opened up the note.
'Hey hun,
This came in the mail for you a while back- I tried mailing it by normal post, but it got sent back so I had to try that owl thing. It was a little strange at first, but honestly kind of cool to see an owl carrying stuff for you magic-folk. I don't know this owls' name, so I've been calling him Hubert. He seems to like it well enough.
I don't know why you need this, maybe a new look? It better be, or your aunt Sheila will be upset at you for starting those jokes of yours up again.
Either way, I miss you sweetie, and I hope you're having fun at school(just not too much fun)
love,
Mum
p.s : try to see if you can get Hubert next time you 'owl' me, as you say. I quite like him.
"Heh, good thing Aunty isn't here right now... She's gonna kill me when I get back, isn't she?" after reading the note, Sweetpea looks over at Hubert. " Thanks for taking care of mum for me, little guy" They give him his payment and another scratch. He coos at them before flying back to the owlery.
'I forgot I even ordered this one, I guess I don't really need it now that I think about it- oh well, I'll think of something to do with it'
Sweetpea got up to put the package back in their dorm, walking by the Gryffindor table when they heard two familiar voices calling out .
"Hello there Sweetpea-" "Fancy seeing you around here."
The twins Gave their signature grin, which Sweetpea returned merrily.
"Hello boys- don't tell me who's sitting where, I want to take another guess" They looked between the two, looking for anything to distinguish the two from one and other. The twins softened a little, before going into their usual shenanigans- striking poses and making silly faces at them.
"Take your time-" "But don't go all day-" "There are places we need to be."
Sweetpea had made a habit of guessing who was who whenever they spoke since second year. If only because It felt weird for them to adress Fred and George like they were two kids in a trench coat rather than two separate individuals.
This had made up a good chunk of Sweetpea's interactions with the twins over the years, and they'd put in a good amount of effort to learn the nuances and preferences of the two boys. They both had the trademarked Weasley- red hair, and chocolate brown eyes- but George tended to wear his uniform a bit messier, and was slightly more quiet than Fred- who grinned just a bit wider and was a bit more blunt.
Sweetpea looked between them, noting things like meal choice so they'd have more ammunition later, and cleared their throat.
"Alright. You-" pointing at the twin on their right " are Fred, and you-" pointing at the twin on their left "Are George!"
They glanced at each other, faces stony - staying deadly silent.
Sweetpea was a bit unnerved. They got it right most of the time, in fact they hadn't been wrong in almost a year- but they were always worried that the boys' feelings would be hurt If they got it wrong again after being on target for so long. "How'd I do?"
George cracked first, giving a big grin "Right you are, Sweetpea!"
"Although I must say, it's quite rude to point." Fred continued, in a slightly posh accent.
George's smile became a smirk as he picked back up from where Fred left off In the same tone of voice "Yes, quite right. I thought we'd raised you better than this."
Sweetpea put a hand to their chest, pushing up their bifocals to wipe away fake tears, hiding their smile. "I do so apologize, good sirs. It was not my intention to upset."
All three pranksters chuckled, and Sweetpea decided to take a seat across from George.
"So, why'd you two call me?"
"Are we not allowed to talk to our favourite Hufflepuff? George and I are hurt that you think we'd have ulterior motives."
Sweetpea just raised an eyebrow at Fred.
"Okay, fine. Someone gave us something yesterday, and we want to find out who's responsible for our lovely gift."
"All we know is that it's the same person who set up the pranks yesterday"
Sweetpea put on their best performance, looking at them with a puzzled expression.
"you mean to say that you two didn't pull any of those pranks yesterday?''
"just who do you take us for?" Fred gasped.
"Of course we set some up-" George continued.
"though unfortunately the Jelly cauldron wasn't us" they spoke eerily in unison.
"I know guys, I was just teasing a bit- So this mystery person- what makes you think I'd know them?"
George stared straight at Sweetpea, as if pondering the question.
"Well, the box the house elf left for us was all full of things that were used in those pranks- muggle things."
Sweetpea tried their best to make an incredulous face at him, a little amusement peaking through "So I'll know them because they like muggle things?"
Fred snorted at his brother's paling face, answering in his stead.
"Not necessarily, but we've heard around hogwarts that you get a lot of packages from your mum- We thought since she's non magic, she wouldn't be sending you bertie bott's."
He looked at them knowingly, a shit eating grin stretching across his freckled cheeks. "Do you perhaps remember what was in those boxes, dear Sweetpea?"
'shit- he knows, doesn't he? I always forget how perceptive those two can be. Okay, I can still save this, I just need a cover- what should I say?
.
.
.
DAMNIT BRAIN- THINK OF SOMETHING!'
Sweetpea let the façade slip ever so slightly- pondering for a moment. Would it have been bad for them to know? Sweetpea wanted to be closer to them- they could just spill the beans now and become partners in crime. But once anyone else knew, the tight lid they kept on their 'extracurricular activities' would be opened. Sure, those two were no strangers to keeping secrets and sneaking around, but they were much more outspoken than Sweetpea was about their mischief. The chances of George and Fred outing Sweetpea as the mystery muggleborn-prankster were low-
But never zero.
As Fred grinned at them victoriously, they realized there was one way they could believably get out of this.
They sighed, ruffling their fluffy hair, with a small 'defeated' look on their face.
"Alright, you got me- I bought those supplies for them as a favour- They wanted to make a 'grand re-entrance', so I helped them with materials."
Sweetpea had never seen those looks in their eyes- Fred looked ecstatic, probably thinking he finally had them on the ropes. Though George's eyes were unreadable, somewhat pensive, but with a dash of something they couldn't quite place.
" Don't get me wrong you two, I'm still not telling you who they are. They asked me not to- and thus, it is strictly confidential."
Fred deflated- "Awww but Sweetpea-"
"Sorry, Fred. The Hufflepuff code dictates that I'm not allowed to say, pardon my language, Jack shit. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to grab a few books before my transfiguration class starts"
As Sweetpea left their seat, the twins bounded up to follow them out of the great hall- George seeming more determined than Fred.
"Hold on now Sweetpea- I do believe there's more to dicuss. Like how you've been supplying our rival with things, and leaving us in the dust, Isn't that right Freddie?"
"-Yes, I do believe you're right, Georgie. Honestly sweetpea, did you even consider our feelings? Our own friend, collaborating with the enemy- such betrayal" Fred mock pouted, fanning 'tears' from his eyes for extra effect.
'Okay, so they seem close to being thrown off the scent- but there's no way they don't still have suspicions- and they might still tell someone about this...'
Sweetpea looked at the twins, who were now 'consoling' each other. They looked at their package from their mum and Hubert, and knew what they had to do.
They cleared their throat. "Alright boys, I can't tell you who your self-proclaimed 'rival' is, but- to remedy the awful betrayal I've carried out by giving them supplies, I can give some to you two as well."
They tossed the package to Fred, who caught it easily.
"We'll start with this one, call it a late birthday present- I reckon the Slytherin team would look good in red during their next game- though it's a shame to go over Malfoy's new colour, he looks like he enjoys it ever so much. Try not to break the poor boy's heart too quickly."
As Sweetpea walked away, They caught sight of the matching expressions on their faces, and silently cried for their poor wallet.
'you may have won this battle George, Fred. But I still have the upper hand- and there's no way in heaven or hell that I'm losing this war.'
#this is a continuation of one of my previous posts#I have a lot of ideas around this concept#but no motivation to write it into an actual fanfic#so here you go#Sweetpea hates their actual name so they introduce themselves by their nickname to literally everyone#totally not projecting haha#non binary#oc#?#harry potter#they/them pronouns#fanfiction#oneshot#who knows- maybe it'll be a series#hp fanfiction#harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban#fred weasley#george weasley#weasley twins x oc#original harry potter character#Sweetpea is generally friendly-but there are some people they just can't stand#like draco malfoy#given that sweetpea is a muggleborn- draco's blatent blood purist bs rubs them the wrong way#speaking of#muggleborn#draco malfoy#also Sweetpea has only ever introduced themselves that way to younger students- and never told them their 'legal' name#sometimes a kid will ask and Sweetpea just smiles at them and walks away#for a second there I was like 'bro what if sweetpea got petrified in CoS? haha jkjk- unless...#it would make a fun plot point is all i'm saying
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