Hogwarts seemed fine pretending nothing had happened.
Well - most of Hogwarts.
(Slytherin were holding their first house meeting since Tom Riddle's time; Ravenclaw were trying and failing to figure out how Hermione had bested the goblins, why she wasn't a Ravenclaw and more about the Doctor and Oncoming Storm; Gryffindor too were wondering how Hermione wasn't one of them and how they wished she would teach them to fight like that and Hufflepuff were just enjoying being respected for once. Not that the Doctor knew any of this.)
A certain pair of redhead pranksters had taken to following the Doctor around. She tried to tell them to stop but had to turn away to hide her smile when they pouted at her adorably.
The Doctor - ever resilient - had finally found a way to have them leave off her for a bit. "I dare you to figure out what's on the third floor and to pass these on." The Doctor said one day waving some sheets. The twins looked at her stunned for a minute.
"And what do we get out of this?" they asked seriously.
The twins were surprisingly business minded - more than anyone else seemed to notice. They rarely did something for no profit. Of course entertaining themselves counted as profit. The Doctor thought they would make great businessmen some day. She could already see them running around a chaotic prank shop.
"Satisfaction." The Doctor replied. "I had a nose around the other day and there seems to be an obstacle course of some sort. I'm starting a competition."
"A competition?" the twins asked.
"Three sickles per person. I will time each contestant or team and the one that gets to the end fastest wins."
"And why would you do this-"
"Dearest Oncoming Storm?"
"Entertainment, Misters Gred and Forge. This school can be so boring, don't you think? It would be nice way for people to have fun!"
The twins grinned appreciatively and she handed them the sign-up sheets. She had asked an older Hufflepuff to charm them so all of them got updated if something was written on one.
They were basic tables - a column for the names of contestants with enough room to write four names - the maximum number for a group. There was also printed times before the column - the contestants could choose the date: provided it hadn't been selected by someone else already. Then there was a column for what task they got up to and finally one for their time to get in and out.
"Can you get them back to me by next week?" she asked. "I need to study as well so I need to know when I'll be free." Of course as a Time Lord, the Doctor didn't not require as much sleep but she was still trying to figure out 'magic'.
The twins pretended to be wounded by that. They both clutched at their hearts and frowned at her.
"Dearest -"
"we could -"
"get them"
"back to"
"you by"
"the end of today!"