Announcement: Some people have been wondering how Percy is in third year at Hogwarts while being fifteen, instead of following the usual timeline from the Percy Jackson books. Without delving too deeply into his backstory, here's a brief overview:
After the Titan and Giant Wars, Percy was struck by a mysterious time curse, whose origins remain unclear. Some suspect it could be Kronos's revenge, but the truth is unknown. The curse sent Percy back to 1991, and fearing the gods would punish him for meddling with time, he sought their help. After much deliberation, the gods believed his story but swore not to get involved—except for Poseidon (his father) and Hecate (since Percy is within her domain). With no way to return to the present, Percy was stuck in the past. The gods offered him the option to enter the wizarding world, believing it would be the safest course of action. Percy agreed, and after two years of tutoring from Hecate, he was transferred to Hogwarts through the "Victrix Arcanum" program.
This also explains why Zeus doesn't immediately strike Percy down for flying on a broom—the gods swore to leave him alone, and Hecate's domain further protects him. To make the timeline fit, I adjusted Percy's birthday to September, so he is fifteen and in third year at Hogwarts. Now, Percy is living in the wizarding world, far from Camp Half-Blood, with no way back to the life he once knew.
The Burrow was exactly as Perseus had imagined it—chaotic, mismatched, and alive with warmth. The house itself looked like it had grown organically out of the countryside, a patchwork of additional floors and leaning chimneys that defied logic and gravity. The smell of fresh bread and something sweet wafted through the open windows, mingling with the faint scent of grass and wildflowers.
Perseus stood at the edge of the garden, his trunk beside him, as Fred and George bounded down the crooked path to greet him.
"Told you it was the finest piece of architectural genius you'd ever lay eyes on," Fred declared, gesturing grandly at the house.
"And no need to be jealous of our mansion," George added, slinging an arm around Perseus's shoulder. "It's humble, sure, but it's got charm."
"I'm already impressed," Perseus said with a smirk. "The fact that it's still standing is a miracle."
"Oi!" Fred cried, mock-offended. "Careful, Jackson, or we'll stick you in the attic with the ghoul."
"That's prime real estate," George added, grinning. "He's great company."
Before Perseus could reply, the front door flew open, and Mrs. Weasley bustled out, her apron dusted with flour. Her face lit up when she spotted Perseus, and she waved him forward.
"There you are! Oh, you must be starving after that trip." She swept him into a quick but firm hug before stepping back to examine him critically. "You're far too thin—do they not feed you at that fancy school of yours?"
"Mum, he's been at Hogwarts," Fred said, exasperated.
"Same difference," she replied, already ushering Perseus toward the house. "Come on, dear, let's get you settled."
Inside, the Burrow was even more alive than it had appeared from the outside. The kitchen was warm and inviting, its mismatched furniture arranged around a large, scrubbed wooden table that bore the marks of years of family dinners. A clock on the wall ticked softly, its hands pointing to locations like "Home," "Work," and "Lost in the Garden." Knitted throws were draped over the backs of chairs, and magical trinkets cluttered the shelves.
Ginny appeared at the top of the stairs, her hair slightly tousled and a quill tucked behind her ear. She waved at Perseus as she descended. "You made it," she said with a smile.
"Barely," he replied. "Your brothers are already threatening me with attic accommodations."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Ignore them. They're harmless. Mostly."
Fred and George gasped in unison at Ginny's betrayal. "Et tu, Ginny?" Fred cried, clutching his chest dramatically. Perseus raised an eyebrow, a grin tugging at his lips. "Oh, I see at least something I taught you about Muggles actually stuck."
Fred straightened, pointing a finger at Perseus. "Are you kidding? Julius Caesar was epic."
"Absolutely legendary," George added, nodding sagely. "That whole betrayal thing—what a way to go."
"Though, wasn't he the one with the wooden horse?" Fred asked, tilting his head in confusion.
George squinted. "No, that was the other guy. Troy something."
Perseus pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. "I try to bring culture into your lives, and this is what you do with it?"
"Improve it," Fred said confidently, throwing an arm around Perseus's shoulder. "You gave us the tools. It's not our fault the story's better with horses."
"Besides," George said, grinning, "Caesar would've loved us. We'd have made great advisors. 'Beware the Ides of March' and all that."
"Or great pranksters," Fred added. "Can you imagine the chaos we'd have caused in the Roman Senate?"
"Complete mayhem," George agreed, eyes gleaming. "We'd have been legends."
Ginny rolled her eyes, her expression caught between amusement and exasperation. "You're legends in your own minds, that's for sure."
"Thank you, Ginny," Fred said with mock sincerity. "It's nice to be appreciated."
Ginny rolled her eyes but smirked. "Appreciated? You're lucky Mum hasn't caught wind of whatever contraption you were hauling upstairs."
"It's not a contraption; it's innovation," Fred replied, puffing out his chest.
"Visionary work," George added. "But she wouldn't understand. Geniuses are rarely appreciated in their time."
Perseus crossed his arms, leaning casually against the wall. "Speaking of appreciation, are you going to keep standing here basking in your imagined glory, or are you going to help me with my trunk?"
Fred let out a dramatic sigh. "Fine, fine. Can't let you think we're not hospitable."
George grabbed one end of the trunk, grinning. "But don't say we never do anything for you."
Together, the twins hauled Perseus's trunk up the crooked staircase, with Ginny and Perseus following behind. The house groaned and creaked with every step, its charm alive in every mismatched detail. Photos on the wall turned to watch them pass, some waving cheerily while others seemed to be caught mid-argument.
As they reached the second floor, Ginny gestured toward one of the doors. "Ron's room is just there. He's upstairs with Harry and Hermione, probably debating something unimportant and overloading the room with their combined stubbornness."
Fred snorted, dropping the trunk unceremoniously. "More like planning their next grand adventure."
"Or sulking about Quidditch," George added. "That's been their favorite lately."
Ginny gave Perseus a small grin. "You'll figure it out. They're not too bad."
"High praise," Perseus said, shaking his head. "Alright, I'll take it from here. Thanks for not sending me straight to the attic."
Fred grinned. "You're welcome. But don't think we won't reassign you if you start taking yourself too seriously."
Perseus chuckled, watching as the twins bounded back down the stairs, already bickering about something involving Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans. Ginny lingered for a moment, leaning against the wall.
"They're not as bad as they seem," she said lightly. "Mostly."
Perseus smirked. "Mostly?"
Ginny shrugged. "They've got their moments. Anyway, good luck up there. Try not to let Ron rope you into a chess game. He doesn't lose, and it's insufferable."
"Noted," Perseus replied. "I'll see you at dinner?"
"Yeah. Mum's got a full spread planned. You'll need it if you're going to survive here."
With that, Ginny headed back downstairs, leaving Perseus to knock lightly on Ron's door. A muffled "Come in!" sounded from inside, and Perseus pushed the door open.
The room was a riot of orange, dominated by Chudley Cannons posters that seemed to glow with an unnatural enthusiasm. Ron was sitting on the floor, tinkering with a battered wizard chess set. Harry leaned against the window, watching the garden below, while Hermione sat cross-legged on the bed, surrounded by a small fortress of books.
"Jackson!" Ron exclaimed, his face lighting up. "Finally made it. Figured Fred and George would've scared you off by now."
"They tried," Perseus said, stepping inside and setting his bag near the wall. "Didn't work."
"They'll be disappointed," Harry said with a grin, turning away from the window.
"You're probably better off," Hermione said, not looking up from her book. "They've been insufferable since exams ended."
Perseus raised an eyebrow. "Just since exams?"
"Alright, always," Hermione admitted, setting her book down. "So, what do you think of the Burrow?"
"It's... lively," Perseus said, glancing around the cluttered but cozy room. "But in a good way."
Ron grinned. "Told you. Nothing like it."
"Nothing at all," Harry added, smiling. "It grows on you."
Hermione glanced at the chess set Ron was fiddling with. "Are you still messing with that? You should let someone else play for once."
Hermione glanced at the chess set Ron was fiddling with. "Are you still messing with that? You should let someone else play for once."
Perseus smirked and shrugged. "I'll give it a go, but don't expect much. I've only ever played once or twice."
Ron snorted, his confidence unshaken. "Perfect. This'll be over in no time."
"Typical Ron," Hermione said with an eye-roll, standing and brushing off her skirt. "Always eager to show off."
Harry grinned. "Let's see if Jackson's a quick learner."
"Not sure it'll matter," Perseus said with a wry smile. "Lead the way."
Ron grabbed the chessboard and gestured for Perseus to follow him downstairs. They descended the crooked staircase to the kitchen, where the twins and Ginny were sitting around the table, loudly debating some prank-related scheme. Plates of biscuits and pumpkin juice sat forgotten in front of them.
Fred looked up first, his eyes narrowing mischievously. "What's this? Ron bringing in a challenger?"
"Wizard's Chess," George said with mock gravity, folding his arms. "The noblest of duels. The ultimate test of cunning and strategy."
Ginny raised an eyebrow. "You're not going to gloat too much if you win, are you, Ron?"
"If?" Ron repeated indignantly. "It's not an 'if.' It's a 'when.'"
Perseus rolled his eyes, dragging out one of the mismatched chairs and dropping into it. "Alright, Malfoy Lite," he said with a teasing grin. "Let's see what you've got."
Fred and George burst out laughing, while Ginny smirked and leaned back in her chair. "Oh, this I've got to see."
Ron set the board down on the table, the pieces springing to life and clattering into place. The pawns lined up, straightening their helmets and swords, while the rooks cracked their stone knuckles and the knights trotted into position, their horses neighing eagerly.
"You sure you want to do this, Jackson?" Ron said, his tone brimming with confidence as he took his seat. "I'm undefeated."
"That's what I hear," Perseus replied, stretching his arms over his head before leaning forward. "But there's a first time for everything, right?"
Fred whistled. "Oh, bold words."
George nudged Ginny. "This is going to be good."
The game began with Ron taking an early lead. His pieces moved with precision, each attack forcing Perseus onto the defensive. The twins provided loud, dramatic commentary, with Fred narrating Ron's supposed "genius" strategies and George throwing in exaggerated gasps of awe every time Ron captured a piece.
"Don't feel bad," Ron said smugly, taking Perseus's bishop with a well-coordinated move. "It's all about learning."
Perseus, however, wasn't rattled. He studied the board carefully, his green eyes sharp and calculating. His moves became more deliberate, his knights and pawns working together to build a subtle counterattack.
"Wait a second," Fred said, leaning closer to the board. "Did you just see that? He's—George, he's setting up a trap."
"Nonsense," Ron muttered, waving him off. "He's just trying to stall."
"No," Hermione said, her tone laced with interest. "Fred's right. Look at his pawns—they're blocking your knight's movement."
Ginny grinned. "Ron, are you actually sweating?"
"I am not!" Ron snapped, though his confidence seemed to falter slightly.
As the game progressed, Perseus's strategy became clearer. He wasn't just playing defensively anymore—he was setting traps, using his pawns to block Ron's pieces and his knights to create openings. The twins' commentary shifted from teasing to genuine surprise.
"Wait a minute," Fred said, squinting at the board. "He's cutting off your queen's escape."
George let out a low whistle. "This just got interesting."
Ron's face grew redder as he struggled to recover, his king increasingly vulnerable. "Alright, beginner's luck," he muttered. "That's all this is."
"Sure it is," Perseus replied, his tone light as he moved his rook. "Check."
The table fell silent. The pawns on Ron's side groaned audibly, and the knights muttered nervously as they realized they were pinned. Ginny's eyes widened, and Hermione clapped her hands together.
"Brilliant," Hermione said. "He's got you, Ron."
"No, he doesn't," Ron said stubbornly, scanning the board. But it was clear he was cornered. With one final move, Perseus sent his queen across the board, capturing Ron's last bishop and pinning his king.
"Checkmate," Perseus said, sitting back with a satisfied smile.
The table erupted into chaos. Fred and George cheered loudly, clapping Perseus on the back, while Ginny laughed so hard she nearly spilled her drink.
"You beat Ron," Harry said, his tone filled with disbelief. "No one beats Ron."
"Well," Perseus said with a shrug, "guess there's a first time for everything."
Ron stared at the board, his jaw slack. "I don't... How did you even...?"
"You're a good teacher," Perseus said with a grin. "Guess I picked up a few tricks."
Ron's expression softened into a grudging smile. "Alright, Jackson. You win this one. But next time, I'm not going easy on you."
"Looking forward to it," Perseus replied, shaking Ron's hand across the table.
Mrs. Weasley's voice rang out from the kitchen doorway. "Dinner's ready! All of you, come and eat before it gets cold!"
The week at the Burrow was a whirlwind of activity, each day packed with the kind of chaos Perseus had come to appreciate in the Weasley household. Mornings began early with Mrs. Weasley shooing everyone out of bed to help with chores, which somehow always turned into something of an adventure. Perseus quickly learned that de-gnoming the garden wasn't as simple as it sounded—especially when Fred and George decided to turn it into a game of who could toss a gnome the furthest. Perseus surprised them all by effortlessly launching one over the hedge, much to the twins' amazement and Ron's grumbling about "show-offs."
Afternoons were equally lively. There was an impromptu Quidditch match in the orchard that started as a friendly game but quickly escalated into a fierce competition. Perseus, despite being on a less-than-ideal broom, managed to outmaneuver even Harry, earning cheers from Ginny and jeers from the twins, who accused him of hiding his skills. Hermione watched from the sidelines, shaking her head but smiling as she read her book. Even Ron had to admit, grudgingly, that Perseus wasn't bad at all.
Evenings brought a more relaxed pace, with everyone gathering around the fire for games of Exploding Snap, wizarding charades, or just loud debates about the best Quidditch teams. Perseus often found himself the center of attention, the Weasleys eager to hear about his life before Hogwarts. He deftly avoided the more sensitive details, sticking to humorous anecdotes that had everyone laughing. The twins, of course, pestered him endlessly for more stories, especially when they found out about his "fancy" background.
On the final evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and cast the garden in a soft golden light, Perseus stood outside with Fred, George, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione, enjoying the last quiet moments of his visit. The gnomes were peeking warily from the hedges, clearly having learned to steer clear of Perseus after the events of the week.
"Well," Fred said, breaking the silence, "I'll admit it. You're alright, Jackson. For a Slytherin."
"High praise," Perseus replied with a smirk. "I'll add it to my list of accolades."
George grinned. "Just don't forget us when you're off doing whatever mysterious things the Olympiad family does."
"Speaking of which," Ginny added, tilting her head curiously, "what do you do during the summer? Or is that some big Olympiad secret?"
Perseus hesitated for a moment before shrugging casually. "Actually, I've got my own place near the coast. It's quiet, lots of space. You lot should visit."
The group fell silent for a moment, then Fred let out a loud laugh. "Of course, a member of the Olympiad family has his own house—even if he is only fifteen."
"Does it come with a butler?" George teased.
"And a private Quidditch pitch?" Ron added, his tone only half-joking.
Perseus rolled his eyes. "No butler, no pitch. Just a nice place by the sea. And yes, I'm serious—you're all invited. Just owl me before you show up so I can make sure Draco's... prepared."
"Draco?" Ron groaned. "You didn't mention he'd be there."
"He's my guest for the summer," Perseus said simply. "But don't worry. I'll make sure he behaves."
Fred and George exchanged gleeful looks. "Oh, we are absolutely coming," Fred said.
"Draco won't know what hit him," George added with a wicked grin.
Ginny smiled, her excitement clear. "Count me in."
Ron still looked skeptical, but Hermione gave Perseus an approving nod. "It's generous of you to invite us."
Perseus shrugged, his smirk softening into a genuine smile. "It's the least I can do after you lot let me crash here. Besides, I think you'll like it. It's got its own kind of charm."
As the group began to disperse, Fred clapped Perseus on the shoulder. "You've got guts, Jackson. Inviting us to your posh coastal retreat? You'll never get rid of us now."
"Wouldn't dream of it," Perseus replied, his grin widening.
The next morning, the Burrow was alive with its usual end-of-visit bustle. Mrs. Weasley packed him enough food to last a month, while Fred and George whispered plans for their "grand invasion" of his house. Ginny gave him a quick hug, promising to owl soon, and even Ron managed a half-smile as he grumbled about Malfoy.
Perseus merely grinned. "You'll survive, Weasley. And who knows? Maybe you'll end up liking him."
"Not likely," Ron muttered, earning a laugh from Fred and George.
With promises exchanged, Perseus apparated back to his coastal estate. The sprawling stone manor perched on a cliff overlooking the endless expanse of the sea was a stark contrast to the cozy chaos of the Burrow. The salty breeze and the rhythmic crash of waves greeted him as he stepped through the wrought-iron gates.
Draco Malfoy was already waiting for him, leaning nonchalantly against the doorframe. He was impeccably dressed, of course, and his expression carried its usual mixture of amusement and exasperation.
"You're late," Draco drawled, pushing off the frame as Perseus approached.
Perseus smirked, adjusting his trunk. "Nice to see you too, Malfoy. Miss me?"
Draco sniffed. "Hardly. Though, I suppose it's good you're back. This place is unbearable without someone to talk to."
"Good thing I'm here to save you from your loneliness," Perseus said, unlocking the door with a flick of his wand. "Come on, let's get inside before you start complaining about the breeze."
The interior of the house was just as Draco had described in his letters: grand without being ostentatious, with polished wood floors, high ceilings, and large windows that let in streams of natural light. Draco followed Perseus up the sweeping staircase, his sharp gaze taking in the tapestries, the intricate carvings, and the sheer history embedded in the place.
"You failed to mention your family's penchant for understated grandeur," Draco said, though his tone suggested he approved.
Perseus chuckled, opening the door to one of the guest rooms. "And you failed to mention how much you love the sound of your own voice. This is your room. Try not to destroy it."
Draco stepped inside, setting his small, immaculate trunk near the bed. "Destroy it? Jackson, I have taste."
"That's debatable," Perseus quipped, leaning against the doorframe. "You might want to brace yourself, by the way."
Draco glanced over his shoulder, his brows furrowing. "Brace myself for what?"
"I might have invited a few people over for a week," Perseus said casually, enjoying Draco's momentary confusion. "Well, more than a few. The Weasleys, for starters. And possibly Harry, Hermione, and some others."
Draco blinked, processing this information. "The Weasleys? As in the entire family of walking firecrackers?"
"They're not that bad," Perseus replied with a smirk. "And they're my friends."
"Friends," Draco repeated, his tone dripping with skepticism. He shook his head, sighing. "You're insufferable."
"Probably," Perseus admitted, pushing off the doorframe. "But since you're already here, you might as well try getting along with them."
Draco snorted. "Why should I?"
Perseus crossed his arms, his tone growing serious. "Because this whole bloodline superiority thing is ridiculous. You've spent your entire life thinking you're better than people like Hermione or the Weasleys, but what has that actually gotten you? A lot of enemies and a very narrow view of the world."
Draco's lips tightened, but he didn't respond immediately.
Perseus continued, his voice steady but firm. "The Weasleys don't have fancy titles or loads of money, but they've got something a lot of people would kill for—loyalty, courage, and love. The kind of love that makes a house like the Burrow feel more like home than all the gold in Gringotts ever could."
Draco scoffed softly, though it lacked conviction. "You sound like Dumbledore."
"And maybe you should listen," Perseus said, his green eyes unwavering. "You've got a brilliant mind, Malfoy. You're cunning, resourceful, and, believe it or not, you've got potential to be a decent human being. But you're not going to get there by clinging to your father's outdated ideals."
Draco was silent for a long moment, his gaze fixed on the floor. Finally, he muttered, "You're infuriating, you know that?"
Perseus gave a small, amused smile as he stepped out of the room. "It's why you keep me around, Malfoy. Dinner's at seven. Try not to brood until then."
Draco watched him go, his expression thoughtful. The waves crashed against the cliffs outside, their endless rhythm a stark contrast to the storm of questions swirling in his mind.
For all his protests, Draco couldn't deny that Perseus had a point. And maybe, just maybe, this summer would be more interesting than he'd anticipated.
Draco stood in the center of the room for a moment longer, his sharp features unreadable as he stared out of the large window. The view of the sea was undeniably stunning, its endless expanse a soothing contrast to the complicated mess of thoughts Perseus's words had stirred.
With a sigh, he finally turned and began unpacking his trunk. Every item was carefully folded, meticulously organized—a stark contrast to the chaotic energy he imagined the Weasleys would bring to this place. The thought made him groan softly. "The Weasleys," he muttered, shaking his head. "This is going to be unbearable."
But a small, irritatingly persistent voice in the back of his mind whispered otherwise. Perseus had a knack for pushing him out of his comfort zone, and while Draco would never admit it aloud, he wasn't entirely dreading the prospect of something different.
Downstairs, Perseus stood in the kitchen, sipping a glass of water and listening to the sound of the waves through the open windows. The house was quiet now, the kind of quiet he hadn't realized he'd missed after a week at the Burrow. Yet, he couldn't help but feel a faint pang of anticipation for the chaos that was sure to arrive when his friends showed up.
He set the glass down and leaned against the counter, his gaze drifting toward the horizon. Inviting both the Weasleys and Draco had been a gamble, but he believed it was worth it. If anyone could handle the clash of personalities, it was him. Or so he told himself.
The faint sound of footsteps behind him broke his thoughts, and he turned to see Draco entering the room, his usual cool demeanor firmly back in place.
"You're already skulking about?" Perseus said with a raised eyebrow.
Draco rolled his eyes and leaned against the doorway. "I was unpacking. Thought I'd see if this place had anything decent to eat before dinner."
"You've been here three days and still don't know your way to the pantry?" Perseus teased, nodding toward the far cabinet.
Draco didn't dignify that with a response, instead crossing the room to open the pantry door. He scanned the neatly arranged shelves before grabbing a small tin of biscuits. Returning to the table, he opened the tin, took one, and offered it to Perseus.
"Building up your energy for the incoming storm?" Draco asked dryly.
Perseus chuckled, taking the offered biscuit. "Something like that. Think you'll survive?"
"I'll endure," Draco replied, his tone clipped but not harsh. "Though I still think you're insane for inviting them. Especially Potter."
"Harry's not that bad," Perseus said, giving Draco a pointed look. "And you might actually learn something from the Weasleys."
Draco snorted, though his expression softened just slightly. "I'll believe it when I see it."
"Keep an open mind, Malfoy," Perseus said with a grin. "You might surprise yourself."
Draco didn't reply, instead focusing on his biscuit as if it held all the answers. Perseus watched him for a moment before grabbing a second biscuit from the tin and leaning back against the counter.
"So," Draco began after a moment, his voice laced with skepticism, "it's not just the Weasleys, is it? You've invited others, haven't you?"
Perseus nodded, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "A few others, yeah. Cedric's coming, for one."
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Diggory? The golden boy of Hufflepuff?"
"You say that like it's a bad thing," Perseus replied with a shrug. "He's a good guy. Thought you might actually like him if you gave him a chance."
Draco scoffed, though his expression wasn't as dismissive as usual. "We'll see."
"And Harry and Hermione, of course," Perseus continued, pretending not to notice Draco's eye roll. "And a couple of others might drop by for a day or two."
Draco shook his head in disbelief. "You've turned this house into a summer camp."
"More like a gathering of interesting people," Perseus corrected, smirking. "Speaking of which, I had an idea."
Draco's eyes narrowed slightly. "An idea?"
"Yes," Perseus said, his grin widening. "A little preemptive strike. See, Fred and George are planning to prank you. It's inevitable."
Draco groaned. "Of course they are. I told you this was a bad idea."
"Maybe," Perseus said, his tone light. "But that's why I'm suggesting we hit them first."
Draco straightened slightly, interest sparking in his expression. "Prank them? You?"
"Why not?" Perseus said, crossing his arms. "They think they're untouchable, but they've never had to deal with me before. And with your help, we might actually catch them off guard."
Draco studied him for a moment, as though trying to decide whether Perseus was serious. "You really want to prank the Weasley twins? That's bold, even for you."
"Bold is the fun part," Perseus replied. "Besides, it'll keep them on their toes. What do you say?"
A slow smirk spread across Draco's face. "Alright, Jackson. You've got my attention. What's the plan?"
Perseus leaned closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "We'll need to get creative. Something they won't see coming. I was thinking we enchant their trunks—maybe a mild sticking charm so their clothes all get jumbled together, or a charm that makes their belongings sprout harmless but annoying vines."
Draco's smirk grew wider. "Not bad. But if we're doing this, we have to go all in. Maybe a charm on their beds so they hover a few inches off the ground while they sleep."
Perseus chuckled. "I like it. Subtle, but effective."
"Subtle?" Draco said, arching an eyebrow. "That's not my style."
"Fine, then. Let's hear your 'not subtle' idea."
Draco thought for a moment before his grin turned wicked. "We enchant their shoes so they squeak loudly every time they take a step. That'll drive them mad."
Perseus laughed, clapping him on the shoulder. "Now you're getting into the spirit. Alright, we've got a few days to prepare before everyone gets here. Let's make it good."
Draco's eyes gleamed with mischief, his earlier skepticism forgotten. "Oh, it'll be good. The twins won't know what hit them."