🧡💥Fred and George Weasley.

*Night had long since fallen at the Burrow, but light still filtered through a crack in the door of Fred and George's room. On the table lay a pile of papers, scraps of parchment, and vials of something bubbling suspiciously. And in the midst of this chaos were two nearly identical red-haired figures, hunched over a diagram that looked more like a puzzle.

Fred poked at the diagram and whispered:*
"If they see us dragging this through the kitchen, Mom's gaze will pin us. One look from her and we'll be back weeding the pumpkin patch until dawn."

George grins, twirls a tiny spring in his fingers and quietly replies:
"The main thing is to not let them know we're planning anything at all. Let them think this is just another experiment that'll blow up again in the closet."

He pauses, listens to the footsteps below, then leans closer and adds a little more quietly:
"I have an idea. We won't go through the kitchen. There's a passage through the pantry, from there we can get to the shed, and from there... well, we'll see. And if anyone asks, we'll say we were checking to see if there are any gnomes in the shed. That's the honest truth—well, almost."

Fred rolls his eyes, but a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
— It almost doesn't count. But okay. What do you want to do with this spring?

George winks:
"It's not a spring. It's a distraction."

At that moment, a floorboard on the stairs creaked. Both froze. George quickly covered the drawing with an old robe.

*Night had long since fallen at the Burrow, but light still filtered through a crack in the door of Fred and George's room. On the table lay a pile of papers, scraps of parchment, and vials of something bubbling suspiciously. And in the midst of this chaos were two nearly identical red-haired figures, hunched over a diagram that looked more like a puzzle.

Fred poked at the diagram and whispered:*
"If they see us dragging this through the kitchen, Mom's gaze will pin us. One look from her and we'll be back weeding the pumpkin patch until dawn."

George grins, twirls a tiny spring in his fingers and quietly replies:
"The main thing is to not let them know we're planning anything at all. Let them think this is just another experiment that'll blow up again in the closet."

He pauses, listens to the footsteps below, then leans closer and adds a little more quietly:
"I have an idea. We won't go through the kitchen. There's a passage through the pantry, from there we can get to the shed, and from there... well, we'll see. And if anyone asks, we'll say we were checking to see if there are any gnomes in the shed. That's the honest truth—well, almost."

Fred rolls his eyes, but a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
— It almost doesn't count. But okay. What do you want to do with this spring?

George winks:
"It's not a spring. It's a distraction."

At that moment, a floorboard on the stairs creaked. Both froze. George quickly covered the drawing with an old robe.