A/N: Thsi little ficlet popped in my head earlier this morning, and I decided to post it online. I might do another chapter if you guys (and girls) are interested.
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Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with the Harry Potter universe.
For the first time in many days, 12 Grimmauld Place was silent… too silent, in fact. Especially when the Weasley twins, Fred and George, are involved.
The two twins in question were sitting in the kitchen around the round, polished oak table.
"So, so far we've perfected the Canary Creams and Puking Pastilles-" George started.
"But we have no idea about the rest," Fred concluded dully. They both sighed simultaneously.
Harry Potter walked into the room, whistling a Christmas carol under his breath.
"Hello," He greeted them cheerfully. They looked at him suspiciously.
"Don't worry, I won't tell your mum," Harry assured the twins. Said twins relaxed visibly and continued their inventory.
"Essence of Murlap needs to be added to the Fainting Fancies," Fred added.
"If only the Marauders were here to help us," George sighed. Harry's head shot up. He was barely containing his smirk.
Fred saw this. "Oi, what're you smirking at?" He asked Harry suspiciously.
"I can't believe you haven't figured it out yet!" Harry laughed. Remus and Sirius entered the kitchen, talking. "Hello, Sirius, Remus," Harry grinned. "Nice timing."
"Hullo," the friends responded, and resumed their conversation.
"The Thestrals are way better, Moony!" Sirius told his best friend. Remus shook his head in bemusement. The twins looked at the pair, shocked.
"That's where you're wrong, Padfoot. Puddlemere United will win," Remus told Sirius. Fred's mouth was hanging open.
"You'll catch Nargles if you keep you're mouth open like that," Harry told them, stifling his snort.
"Merlin's saggy y-fronts," George breathed.
"You're the Marauders!" Fred finished excitedly.