"Thanks for coming, Harry."
"No worries, Fred. "
"George is getting everything ready."
"Will George be flying?"
"No, we've got to be down here to observe and ensure nothing goes wrong."
"Well, guess I'll give it a go." Harry said. "Where is it, by the way?"
"You misunderstand me, Harry. You're not testing it out. We need you as an unbiased observer; after all, you are the best flier."
"That's very nice of you to say, but why don't…"
"And the most valuable, so we can't have you getting injured."
Harry frowned.
"Something wrong?" Fred asked.
"I'm just wondering how you've found a soul who would willingly go up on one of your contraptions."
"Excuse me? George and I have many friends who will not be letting us down!"
Harry stood stock still. "Let us have a moment of silence for that poor unfortunate who will test a Fred and George invention."
George Weasley snickered from behind Harry.
"It's not funny George." Ginny Weasley, decked out in pads and a helmet, protested. "I feel like a turtle. Why do I need all this stuff, anyway?"
"Because Gin-Gins, I want to take every precaution not to let harm to come to a hair of your pretty little head. "
"Yeah, coming from the man who hits iron balls around for a living." Harry interjected.
"I still feel I could have better control without all this plumping on."
"Safety before beauty, my dear." Fred said sagely. "You've got the routine down?"
"Yes."
"Good. Harry will give you any extra instructions."
George took over. "And 3…2…1…GO!"
Ginny began a gentle ascent. Fred and George were scribbling notes feverishly.
"Hey Ginny!" Harry called out. Does it pull slightly to the left?"
"Yes! And slightly up too."
Fred nodded and continued his scribbling.
After about an hour, Ginny finally descended, the testing going without a hitch. Ginny tore the protective layers off herself. "Oh sweet air circulation and unconstricted freedom, how I've missed you!"
"First finished broom goes to you, Gin-Gins. You're next in line, Harry."
"Oh thank you!" Harry and Ginny said together. "But…Do we have to?"
"So all in all." Harry concluded, as they pored over a table. "You've made a broom that is probably as good as a Comet 360, which isn't a bad effort, to say the least."
Two years later…
"You know, I'm getting the feeling of Déjà vu." Harry smiled at Ginny.
"That's strange. It must be contagious."
"At least this time you won't have to wear that outfit."
"Tell me about it."
"If this goes according to plan, it should be our final test." Fred announced.
"So no crashing into the podium, Ginny." Harry advised. Ginny laughed.
"Everyone set?" George asked. "Whenever you're ready, Gin."
Ginny shot into the air; Fred and George's latest prototype was far quicker than the last one she tested. The controls had been smoothed out and Ginny just whizzed around the pitch as the minutes piled on whilst Harry said nothing.
"Yo Harry, you getting all this."
Harry didn't take his eye off the whizzing flight of Ginny.
"I've been trying, searching, yearning to find some sort of flaw; some sort of error. I want to provide a balanced report, you know. It's no good just waxing lyrical. But try as I might, I can only come to one conclusion. Flawless. Sheer perfection. Irreplacable." Harry seemed to be quite lost in his musing.
"Ginny! Come here, quick!" Fred called out, wanting to protect his magnificent prototype.
Ginny landed gracefully next to Harry. "You should try this out, Harry, its great!"
That seemed to shake Harry out of his daze. "Oh, yeah. Your broom's pretty good too."
Harry shot off on the prototype, leaving Fred and George with face-splitting, I-know-something-you-don't grins directed at Ginny.
"What?" Ginny asked. "What did I do?"