A brother of many colors Who: Ron Weasley and Fred and George (when he finds them!!) What: Testing backfired, and serious lamenting from little brother When: Evening, Thursday Where: Toilets? Ron's looking for them in all bathrooms Warnings: Maybe some swearing
He had looked in there to see if Hermione had left him any little sweet sentiment or note; he had started thinking that writing to her like that was a good idea, and had planned on leaving her little happy thoughts for when they popped in his head. Instead, there were directions from the brothers, clearly giving him leave to enter their room (WOW) and get something out from under their bed.
Ron didn't think it sounded like a bad deal. He put his school books down, and nipped up to his brothers' room, with the intent of staying up there only for a moment or two. He still had his Potions homework to finish. The box was there, and after reading the note, Ron broke into a wide smile at the directions. He took the box with him, and resettled himself on the couch, to munch on the treats while he read.
He had eaten quite of few of them, but couldn't tell if they were working or not on his tongue. Seeing Seamus come in, Ron turned to call out to his friend and waved him over, ready to stick out his tongue to see if Seamus noticed any effects. It wasn't just Seamus who starting laughing as soon as he looked at Ron; Dean and a number of other students started chuckling and snorting as Ron looked at them, from face to face with some confusion.
"What?" he asked, and Seamus couldn't answer but sort of pulled at his own head of hair, and laughed harder.
Ron got up, dumping papers on the floor and moved to a small mirror hanging on the wall. One look and he paled. His normally red hair was a brilliant shade of blue. Ron turned his head from side to side, and watched as the blue faded and now turned a pink favored by Nymphadora Tonks. Ron hoped it would go back to blue again, but instead a bright, fluorescent green shade spread across his head.
"Bloody hell," Ron growled. He stomped back over to his things, and noted them scattered on the floor.
"Bloody hell," he growled again, and shoving everything in his bag, he flung it over his shoulder and burst out of the Gryffindor Common rooms, intent on finding his brothers and the cure.
He had checked at least three sets of lavatories, and thought that maybe it had been unwise to leave the common rooms in this state. The looks on the faces of other students spoke a thousand words as Ron met eyes of shock, wonderment, horror and humor. He wondered if he should have just stuck to his room, and written his brother a scathing plea to come help him. But he'd been angry and full of hot energy; storming about to find them had seemed a better way to let off Ron's steam. It just wasn't working, because they were no where to be found.
At last, he came across a boy's room, on the ground level, not far from the Great Hall, that echoed familiar sounds of his brothers, chattering to each other. Ron pushed the door in, and cleared his throat, and said with a sarcastic tone, "Excuse me brothers, but I think we have a bit of a problem."