Fred to Umbridge:

Fred: Taste the pain right on my tongue.

Umbridge: OOH! Was it my new punishment for rascals like you? Wait... who are you?

Fred: Novocaine to make me numb

Umbridge: Why use novocaine to help you? You deserve to be punished.

Fred: Don't you worry 'cause the night is young. Dance until the morning sun, morning sun, morning sun, morning, morning, morning-ning-ning-ning-ning-ning.

Umbridge: OOOH! An intoxicated person to punish!

Fred: I am at a loss for words

Umbridge: At how amazing my new punishments to Harry Potter would be?

Fred: Can't believe I let you pull me down to this place

Umbridge: I invented the blood quill.

Fred: You stole my heart and soul

Umbridge: You know deep down that you deserve to be punished.

Fred: Just to think that I had dried those tears from your face

Umbridge: Me?! Cry?! I'm too magical to cry.

Fred: I've played such a foolish game, feeling you were everything to me and more.

Umbridge: Does someone love me? I must punish them.

Fred: I don't mean to point the blame

Umbridge: What?

Fred: But baby you have hurt me to my very core.

Umbridge: YOU CALLED ME BABY! AGAINST THE LAW! *bangs gavel against desk* ORDER IN THE COURT!

Fred: You don't know why.

Umbridge: Why to punish you? Because you're there.

Fred: You don't know how

Umbridge: With a blood quill, obviously.

Fred: You don't know when to love again

Umbridge: I don't love, just punish.

Fred: You let me in then shut me out.

Umbridge: For your punishments.

Fred: You have to learn to love again

Umbridge: Nope.

Fred: Learn to love again. Learn to love again. Learn to love again. Ah!

Umbridge: Are you drunk or on NyQuill?

Fred: Take me away from here to a place where my feelings don't go to waste.

Umbridge: I'll most definitely kill you.

Fred: We were in the atmosphere flying high above the stars that shone on his face.

Umbridge: What's an atmosphere? An unforgivable curse? A life sentence in Azkaban!

Fred: So I'm running running baby from this hurting that you've given me all through the night. Are we dancin' baby dancin' so your pretty face is hard to see Tonight, tonight, tonight (dancin' through the night)?

Umbridge: Hahahah no. On my deathbed.

Fred: You don't know why?

Umbridge: Because you deserve to be punished.

Fred: You don't know how

Umbridge: With your mom killing herself.

Fred: You don't know when to love again.

Umbridge: Besides the point. WHO ARE YOU?!

Fred: You let me in then shut me out

Umbridge: WHO ARE YOU?!?!

Fred: You have to learn to love again (work!)

Umbridge: WHO ARE YOU?! ANSWER RIGHT NOW!

Fred: Your mom.

Umbridge: I HATE YOU MUGGLE.

Fred: S**t, I broke the lyric prank.

Umbridge: WAIT WHAT?! LEMME PUNISH YOU!!

Fred: *imitating Umbridge's mother* DOLORES DON'T!

Umbridge: I never thought I would punish my mom.

Umbridge has left to go kill her mom.

Fred added George, Harry, and Draco to this conversation.

Draco: WHY DID YOU ADD ME?!?!

Fred: Guys, look at previous texts between me and Umbridge.

Harry: Oml.

George: THIS IS PRICELESS!

Draco: So true! She actually thought Fred Weasley was her mom.

George: Lol.

Draco: Fred Weasel?

Fred: What, Malfoy?

Draco: You know deep down, you deserve to be punished.

Fred: Nah f**k that.

Draco: MY FATHER WILL HEAR ABOUT THIS!

Draco Malfoy left to go print out a picture of the conversation and frame it, along with hanging it by his bedside.