Give her hell from us, Peeves

"George," said Fred, "I think we've outgrown a full-time education.""Yeah, I've been feeling that way myself," said George lightly."Time to test our talents in the real world, d'you reckon?" asked Fred."Definitely," said George.And before Umbridge could say a word, they raised their wants and said together, "Accio Brooms!"Harry heard a loud crash somewhere in the distance. Looking to his left he ducked just in time -- Fred and George's broomsticks, one still trailing the heavy chain and iron peg with which Umbridge had fastened them to the wall, were hurtling along the corridor toward their owners. They turned left, streaked down the stairs, and stopped sharply in front of the twins, the chain clattering loudly on the flagged stone floor."We won't be seeing you," Fred told Professor Umbridge, swinging his leg over his broomstick."Yeah, don't bother to keep in touch," said George, mounting his own.Fred looked around at the assembled students and at the silent, watchful crowd."If anybody fancies buying a Portable Swamp, as demonstrated upstairs, come to number ninety-three Diagon Alley -- Weasley's Wizard Wheezes," he said in a loud voice. "Our new premises!""Special discounts to Hogwarts students who swear they're going to use our products to get rid of this old bat," said George, pointing at Professor Umbridge."STOP THEM!" shrieked Umbridge, but it was too late. As the Inquisitorial Squad closed in, Fred and George kicked off from the floor, shooting fifteen feet into the air, the iron peg swinging dangerously below. Fred looked across the hall at the poltergeist bobbing on his level above the crowd."Give her hell from us, Peeves."And Peeves, whom Harry had never seen take an order from a student before, swept his belled hat from his head and sprang to a salute as Fred and George wheeled about to tumultuous applause from the students below and sped out of the open front doors into the glorious sunset. - Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix