Managing to take a drop of Harry Potter was going to be extremely tricky, considering he was the boy who lived, and all.
But they weren't the nephews of Fred and George Weasley for nothing.
"I still think this is a bad idea," Albus whispered to his brother.
"Come on, Al," said James, "the fact that you think it's a bad idea is why we're doing this,"
James slowly entered his father's study slowly and walked towards the desk, very quietly, with Al creeping right behind him.
"Crouch down," he told Al, and then stepped on his shoulders to reach up to the drawer of the extremely tall drawer.
Tall, so that they couldn't reach it.
Yeah, like that would work!
"You were right, this is going to be tricky," James told his brother, when a voice interrupted them.
"And explaining would be even more tricky," said the angry looking redhead from the door.