Their practising lasted until the evening, and after dinner, they all went to their tent.
"Hey, I know this one!" Fred exclaimed. "It's the tent we borrowed to old Mrs. Figg for the Quidditch world cup!"
"Yes!" George confirmed. "And if we're lucky..."
He got to the back of the tent, lifted a carpet, seemed to look for something, and then finally let out a victorious scream.
"Butterbeer for everyone!" He called out.
"What?" Hermione reacted. "How? I've been living in this tent for more than a year, and I never found that!"
"That's because you don't think like a Weasley."
"These bottles age from at least for years ago. Are you sure they're still alright?"
"Don't worry, Granger." George said. "Butterbeers are like us."
"They get better every year." Fred completed.
The affirmation had the effect it was intended for, as Hermione had a frank laugh, and Ed couldn't hold a smile. The twins opened the bottles.
"What are we drinking to?" Ed asked as he took his beer.
"You pick your toast." Fred decided. "I drink to lost causes."
"To Aslan, and to Narnia." Ed said.
"To Harry." Hermione proposed. "And to Ron."
"To life, to laugh, and to infinite jokes." George offered.
And they bumped the bottles together, and drank while chatting innocently, as if everything was fine, as if nothing was about to happen, as if they were just old friends reuniting for a camping night. This interlude helped Hermione feel better, and lasted until they saw Aslan's shadow passing in front of their tent.
"We should go to sleep. she whispered.