Chapter 72

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"Hmm, I really see the appeal" Gred said looking me up and down, "And you my brother?" he asked.

"Me too... And I recognize a good prankster when I see one," Forge replied. And I really started to wonder which one of them was George and Fred, as I got tired of just calling them Gred and Forge.

"So... Do you accept this partnership?" I asked, already reaching out with both my hands for a handshake.

They then looked into each other's eyes for a few seconds, having a silent conversation. After this conversation ended, they turned to me with big smiles on their faces.

"We accept!" they said as they grabbed my hands to close the deal.

"Perfect!" I said with a huge smile, "Now we just have to come up with a group name and nicknames for each of us" and as soon as I was done speaking, the twins looked at me confused.

"Group's name?" asked Forge.

"Nicknames?" and Gred continued.

"Well, we obviously can't use our names. Because besides not being so cool, we'd still be putting an arrow that points directly at us, so it would be easy to be fond guilty" I replied with a shrug.

"That's true... And the Marauders used nicknames, so it would be nice if we did too," Forge said. And Gred nodded in agreement.

"And what would be the name of our little group?" Gred asked, and then the three of us started to think.

"Well, it doesn't necessarily have to be something that involves pranks and jokes, right?" Forge said with a hand on his chin, and Gred and I nodded in agreement. And with that we return to our reflection.

I then looked at the three of us and a name came to mind.

"Hey, have you guys heard the story of the Three Musketeers?" I asked, only to receive two clueless looks from the twins.

'Sigh pure bloods' I shook my head. I then started to give them a basic explanation of the tale, which incredibly gained their attention and curiosity.

"The Three Musketeers" Gred tested the name in his language, "I liked it"

"It has style, and it suits us well," Forge said, to which I nodded.

"And it's way better than the name I thought," Gred said.

"Which name?"

"The Mischievous"

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"You suck at naming things," Forge said with a dry look, earning a shrug from his brother.

"Back to the subject… What about nicknames?" I asked.

"Well... We have no idea how the Marauders picked theirs," Gred said, getting a nod from his brother.

'Well, the Marauders got theirs because of their animagus forms, or lycanthropy in Lupin's case. But I don't think we could become an Animagus anytime soon' I started to reflect, 'Although we can choose our nicknames without having to rely on them because we want to surpass them and not copy them'

"How about we just pick our names according to our preferences?" I then asked.

"Like this?" Gred asked me.

"Well, me for example. I like pranks, mythology, animals, adventures and magic; so I would use those preferences to come up with a name for myself" I replied, and the twins started to reflect, "And now that I've stopped to think about it, I think I already know what my nickname will be"

As soon as I was done talking, the twins looked at me, then at each other, then back at me and said at the same time.

""Which nickname?""

"Loki" I replied proudly but ended up getting a clueless look from the twins, "Sigh. Loki is a god of Norse mythology, like a muggle myth. And he is also the god of magic and mischief" I explained to them .

"Oh, so that name really suits you" Forge said.

"It really is a good nickname" Gred agreed, "Well then I guess it's our turn to pick our nicknames" he said turning to his brother.

"Uhum" Forge nodded. And with that the twins began rubbing their chins in thought.

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"Sigh... I can't think of any nickname that matches my tastes. At least not a nickname that good." Forge said after a few minutes of thinking.

"I can't think of any either," Gred said.

"Well that's bad," I said. But then I remembered a nickname they had in one of the fanfics I read in my other life.

"While you guys don't think any nicknames are good, why don't you stick with Twinkle and Sparkle?" I asked.

"Twinkle?" "Sparkle?" the twins echoed and then looked at each other.

"Well, it's not that bad..." Gred said.

"And that's until we find a better nickname," Forge said.

"Well then what do you guys think?" I asked expectantly, and the twins again looked at each other. After a silent communication, the twins nodded to each other and then turned to me.

""We accept"" they said at the same time.

"So with that I, George, will now be known as the Twinkle of the Three Musketeers!" the one I knew as Gred said.

"And I Fred of the Three Musketeers will be Sparkle!" and the Forge said.

'Hmm, so now I know who George is and who Fred is' I thought.

The reason I'm so sure they weren't lying about who's who is because I can feel if someone is lying, and they weren't.

"Great! And now that we've got our nicknames and our group name, we just need to introduce ourselves to the rest of the school, right?" I said with a smile that could scare anyone.

"Obviously" Forge, now known as Fred, said with a smile that matched mine.

"People should get to know their new friends and benefactors" George continued, also smiling.

"Good, because I know exactly how we're going to terrify…I mean marvel, our audience," I said as I rubbed my hands together evilly.

And at that moment everyone in the school felt a shiver go down their backs, feeling that a calamity was approaching.

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-Dinner-

Dinner in the Great Hall was taking place normally, with the students eating and talking. But that normality didn't last long.

The Great Hall fell silent as Percy Weasley of Gryffindor had his clothes transfigured, but it didn't stop there. Other students have also had their clothes changed, whether they are from any of the four houses, or from first through seventh years.

After some time, more than half of the students had their clothes transfigured. The students were now wearing white jumpsuit with a high collar, white bell-bottoms, a belt with red and gold accents, and a red scarf. The overalls and pants had golden stones on their hems, back and fronts. A for those who don't know, this is the standard Elvis Presley outfit.

In addition to clothing, the students also received a glossy topknot and sunglasses, thus completing the kit.

The Great Hall also had a change. The Great Hall darkened a little and a large disco ball appeared on the ceiling. Colored lights then started flashing, along with the sound of the song 'Jailhouse Rock' echoing through the room.

Students who had their clothes transfigured then began dancing to the music, with some making gestures as if they were playing a guitar, and others with one hand up with the finger pointing skyward and the other hand pointing down.

When the performance was almost over, the twins looked at me and I nodded. I then saw Fred pull his wand from under the table and cast a spell at the doors of the Great Hall.

As soon as the spell reached the doors, fireworks exploded in black, silver, gold, red and blue, and coalesced to form a sentence.

"To all those here present

We would like to let you know about the new group of Hogwarts pranksters...

Those who fear nothing;

Who seek to be the best;

Glory, power, knowledge, and above all, fun

Loki, Twinkle and Sparkle present...

The Three Musketeers! "

After the sentence ended and began to unravel the entire Great Hall fell silent. But that silence was broken a few seconds later by a clapping of hands that no one knew where it came from. But that clap of applause was what started a wave of applause, which started from the Gryffindor table and was followed by Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and even some Slytherin students. Even a few professors were clapping, but I could see Professor McGonagall massaging his temples and Professor Snape looking like someone who had just sucked a lemon.

And while all of this was going on, the twins and I exchanged conspiratorial glances, feeling happy that it all worked out.

End.

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(End AN: So my dear readers, what did you think of this great and long-awaited meeting of the twins with our dear Ethan? I particularly enjoyed writing this part, and it has nothing to do with the fact that I love the twins...obviously not...

I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Until the next!)