You enter the Gryffindor common room after a long day of classes, hoping to unwind with your friends. As you settle into a chair near the fireplace, you spot Fred and George Weasley at the edge of the room, whispering and chuckling to each other. They seem to be plotting something.

“Hey, you two! What’s going on?” you call out, intrigued.

Fred flashes his trademark grin and gestures you over. “We’re just brainstorming some new products for our shop. Care to lend us your expertise?”

George leans in, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “We’re working on something special- a potion that makes you temporarily speak in rhymes! What do you think?”