"Peeves really was a musical genius."
Fred hummed a cheerful tune as he sat beside George, picked up a fork, and scooped a few boiled potatoes onto his plate for dinner.
"You think Peeves knows how to write songs?"
Lee Jordan reached over and moved the pepper shaker closer to Fred.
"Doesn't he?" Fred raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, of course he does."
Lee Jordan was rather speechless. Could he really say no?
Peeves had been singing "The Toad Song," clearly a tune Albert had written specifically to disgust Dolores Umbridge. It was simple and lighthearted, easy for anyone to hum a couple of lines. The melody of "The Toad Song" could be heard everywhere, and it was probably making Umbridge sick to the stomach.
"That guy's disappeared again?" George suddenly asked.
"He's probably gone on another date." Fred was unsurprised by Albert's habitual disappearances.
"Today isn't Friday..." George reminded him.
"He'll probably be back tonight." Lee Jordan turned to Fred. "By the way, how are things going with Angelina?"
"How else would they be going?" Fred said helplessly. "We spend most of our time together."
"I gave up voluntarily and handed you the chance," Lee Jordan grumbled unhappily. "You're such a useless bloke."
"I remember you gave Albert a copy of Twelve Winning Ways to Charm a Witch before." George opened that day's newspaper and teased him with a smile. "You ought to learn a thing or two from Albert now."
"Angelina's head is full of Quidditch." Fred was helpless. It was not that he had not tried, but Quidditch was simply too formidable a rival.
"This is utterly shameless." George, having just read the front-page headline, could not help saying.
"How am I shameless?" Fred turned around indignantly, only to find George reading the paper.
"I wasn't talking about