"Having the Director of Magical Law Enforcement help buy tickets..." Fred whistled. "Vizet, that's so you!"
"Exactly! Once Percy finds out about this, I wonder what kind of face he'll make?" George propped his chin in both hands and deliberately said in a rather dreamy voice, "I suddenly want to write him a letter!"
"We're writing to Percy too?" Ron sounded a little puzzled. "Before we set off, didn't he tell us..."
"Ronald, it had to be you!" Fred caught on and cut Ron off. "Now that you mention it, you've reminded me!"
He stood up, thrust out his chest, lifted his head, and pressed his lips tightly together, looking both solemn and proud.
He had not even spoken yet, but Harry, Ron, and Neville were already trying not to laugh, their faces bright red and their cheeks puffed out.
As students of Gryffindor House, they knew all too well that the expression George was showing right now was actually him playing Percy.
"No need to bring me! In a few days, I'll be going with Mr. Crouch..." Fred deliberately drew out "Mr. Crouch," adding a touch of deep resonance, "to Paris!"
"That wasn't quite right. You're still a little off!" George also stood up, likewise thrusting out his chest and lifting his head, striking the same pose and expression as Fred.
"Fred, you've got to do it like this!" He spread his arms as if delivering some grand speech. "To Paris!"
"Understand? The pitch has to go higher! You need that feeling of having just saved London, and next you're going to save 'Paris.'" He deliberately drew out the word "Paris."
"To Paris..." Fred knitted his brows and repeated it with feigned seriousness, deliberately raising his pitch. "Isn't that much better now?"
George maintained Percy's posture and, with the