Day number: 1, mid-morning
Location: En route to the cheerful little dungeons and Snape's office
Reply: Fred, Snape, anyone else not in a group yet.
So much for family sticking together. Ginny hadn't been interested in sticking by her wonderful older brothers and had opted instead to follow McGonagall and a couple of the buggy younger students. Ah well. Her loss really. Unfortunately, that left just Fred and himself to deal with the potions master and his large, beaky nose. Well, two against two, he supposed that was fair. He smirked to himself.
Fred seemed to have relaxed a little since their arrival, which helped George to relax as well. Nothing too out of the ordinary had happened, aside from the whole 'everyone is a different age now' bit. Just a big empty castle. The adults were paranoid and the kiddies were too busy spooking themselves to notice. Maybe he and Fred could sneak in a joke or two when they all met up again and ease the tension a bit.
"Ah, I know this hallway all too well," George said, a hint of fondness in his voice.
"Too true, too true," echoed Fred. He grinned at Snape, "I suppose you wouldn't remember yelling 'You two idiots! Detention!'" He barely waited for a response before shaking his head, "no, I suppose you wouldn't."
George laughed quietly, "Well it also means he doesn't remember that time when we..." He wiggled his eyebrows a bit as a hint to his brother.
"Ah yes, yes," said Fred, catching on quickly, "Loathe as I'd be to play the same prank twice, it wouldn't really count if he didn't remember us playing it, would it."
George glanced over at the professor. "What do you suppose we'll find down here, eh? Think old Trelawney's babblings hold any water?"
Fred chimed in right behind him. "Keepin' any skeletons in the closet? Er, dungeon, as it were?"
This had all been rather pointless. George sniffed as he walked into Snape's classroom. Not even a body anywhere or blood on the walls or any of the things that'd been common during half their stay at hogwarts. A bit disappointing really. Coming out all this way just to look at some darkened dungeons walls and empty tables. Fred followed him closely and seemed to be of the same opinion. Nothing interesting.
"Well the world hasn't spun too far off its axis," George commented.
"Yeah, Trelawney's still as nutty as ever," Fred explained.
And we've still no idea what Snape's real agenda is, George thought. He was still just as suspicious of the man as he'd ever been. Being a few years younger wasn't going to erase the things the man had done in their time... if it really was all different times... George shook his head and set about examining the room with a little more diligence. Fred soon followed suit, but they still came up with nothing. Which was quite sad really. No evidence to condemn their nasty little potions master.
"Nothing," Fred announced as he sat in one of the student chairs and dusted his trousers off. George pulled a chair as well, flipping it around backward before sitting. It was curious to be sure. Not so much as a stray drop of blood. Ah well.
"You sure you're not holding out on us? No secret passages? Nothing?" George sighed. "I wonder if the others've found anything interesting." He was starting to get hungry as well. "Or any food for that matter."
Fred nodded in agreement. The cup of coffee he'd had this morning wasn't doing much for him now. "Wonder if they were kind enough to leave us somethin' to snack on while we're here saving the day and all that."