"Over here, over here!" Lee Jordan waved at the twins who had just entered the Great Hall. "You finally decided to show yourselves."
"Why are you all here?" George sat down beside Lee Jordan and greeted the others.
"Isn't that obvious?" Lee Jordan could not help rolling his eyes at them. "It's dinner time. Where else would we be eating?"
"Fair enough. Pass me the jam, please. Thanks." Fred spread a generous amount of jam over a slice of bread, took a big bite, and asked, "What did they teach in Defence Against the Dark Arts this morning?"
"They spent half the lesson talking about Dark Creatures, then had us practise shooting red and green sparks for the rest of it." It was not Lee Jordan who answered, but Angelina, seated opposite them. The future Quidditch captain studied the twins with a scrutinizing gaze. "I heard you two cost Gryffindor thirty points this morning, wiping out all the points Albert has earned recently."
Fred speared a skin-on potato with his fork and muttered, "We only lost twenty points."
"History of Magic took ten." Albert looked up at the twins. "Where did you run off to this afternoon?"
"Secret!" Fred and George exchanged glances and smiled mysteriously.
"Oh, right, one more thing." Lee Jordan seemed to remember something and said to the Weasley twins, "Filch asked me to tell you that your detention is tomorrow night, in the Trophy Room."
"Looks like you won't be washing chamber pots. This time, you'll be polishing trophies." After finishing his meal, Albert took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth before adding, "Oh, and I ran into that William not long ago. He looked like he had just finished washing chamber pots in the Hospital Wing."
"Please don't talk about that sort of thing