Shot

[fred weasley]

Fred squinted slightly, half-closing one eye and trying to focus his vision until it looked a little bit like he had some sort of twitch that had frozen mid-spasm. He had received a package from Zonko's that morning, something new for him to try out. Usually he and George just crafted their own, but something of his father must have rubbed off on him, because Fred was very curious to see how muggle sling-shots worked.

And so he had, like a child on Christmas morning, rushed giddily out to the lawns to immediately test it out. He had a fresh bag of dungbombs at the ready - well, fresh - and now all he had to do was pick his first target.

[oliver wood]

Oliver smiled to himself as he saw one of the Weasley twins,was it Fred?, playing around with what looked like a muggle catapult. He made his way up to him carefully, not wanting to get in the way of whatever it was that the other Gryffindor was shooting. "Hey Mate, what's that you've got?"

[fred weasley]

Fred immediately hissed, grabbing Oliver's arm and pulling him down, out of the vision of any potential targets, although he was careful not to risk any limbs - if Fred ever injured Oliver in any way then he was sure that he wouldn't have any of his own limbs left. The man didn't like being left out of a game.

"S'called a slingshot," Fred explained matter-of-factly. "Wanted to try it out. And hey - you'll like this - it might be a bit of target practice!"

[oliver wood]

"What the hell!" Oliver exclaimed as he was pulled down. "A slingshot?" His eyes lit up as he spotted a member of the Slytherin team. "Quick, aim for him! Just make sure you don't hit one of ours!" He told Fred, noticing two of his own team members standing close by.

[fred weasley]

"You forget, Mr Wood, that I am one of the Gryffindor Quidditch teams star beaters," Fred said rather smugly, closing one eye and pulling back the elastic, loaded with a dungbomb. "My aim is..." he released the elastic, sending the dungbomb flying right past the Slytherin's ear, missing by a centimetre. "... being worked on. This slingshot pulls to the left a little."

[oliver wood]

Oliver raised an eyebrow as Fred missed. "Yeah, wouldn't want you doing that in a game now" He said. The Slytherin was watching a couple of chattering girls and hadn't noticed the near miss. "Go, on...try again" he encouraged. Oliver was a stickler for the rules when it came to quidditch but he was never opposed to a bit of fun....

[fred weasley]

"Way ahead of you," Fred muttered, having already re-loaded with a new dungbomb. He never usually missed, but this muggle contraption was trickier than he'd expected. He released the elastic once again, this time catching the Slytherin right in the back of the head, and Fred immediately pushed himself and Oliver further into hiding.

[oliver wood]

Muffling his laughter with his hand, Oliver clapped Fred on the back. "That was brilliant mate!" Generally Oliver got along with everyone. Except the Slytherins, and more precisely, their Quidditch team. This had made his day.

[fred weasley]

Fred smirked, watching the Slytherin whine and fuss about with his hair, looking for the source of the dungbomb. "I know," he shrugged, unashamed. "Want to give it a try?"

[oliver wood]

Oliver nodded eagerly, still chuckling to himself. He spotted a couple of Ravenclaw girls who were watching the Slytherin with disgusted expressions. A wicked grin crossed his face as he turned to Fred. "Lets have a go then"

[fred weasley]

"All right," Fred grinned, passing the slingshot over to Wood. "But... be careful, Keeper. I know your aim isn't quite what mine is, and it pulls to the left a little. Don't let us get caught; they know just how to get to you."

[oliver wood]

Oliver gave a grunt in agreement, taking aim. "They need some fun" He muttered. "Or they might collapse from boredom, stuck with their books all day." He recognized those girls now, they were two of the ones who haunted the library, glaring at people if they even whispered" He pulled the piece of rubber back and let go, trying not to laugh too loudly when he hit, not on the chest like he'd been aiming for, but on the shoulder. The girl let out a shriek and looked furiously around, wand out, as her friend tried to clean some of the mess off her.