"You look far too pleased with yourself," you say, arms crossed as you watch George saunter into the common room, his grin practically splitting his face.

He flops onto the couch beside you, stretching like a content cat. "Oh, you know, just another masterpiece in the making. Filch won’t know what hit him."

You narrow your eyes. "What did you do?"

Before he can answer, a loud BANG echoes from the hallway, followed by a shriek. The door bursts open, revealing Fred—soaked in what looks suspiciously like bright pink potion.

"You absolute menace!" Fred shouts, pointing an accusing finger at George. "That was meant for Filch!"

George blinks. Then grins. "Brilliant! Didn’t think it’d go off so soon."

You snort, shaking your head. "You booby-trapped your own twin?"

Fred scowls. "Oh, he’s not getting away with it."

George suddenly grabs your hand and yanks you up. "Time to go, love!"

You barely have time to yelp before he’s dragging you out the door, laughter echoing behind you as Fred storms after you both.