The 2,000-Gold-Galleon revelry lasted until the early hours of the morning.
Not long after the fireworks faded, Fred and George's screams rang out.
They came from the castle gates.
Percy, eager to settle the score, was the first to rush over. When he saw Snape gripping one of their arms in each hand, he very wisely backed away and quietly left.
"No, we didn't break any school rules! Why are you giving us detention?!"
"It is now twelve-oh-one in the morning." Snape bared his teeth in a wide grin. "Gentlemen of the Weasley family, even if it is the holidays, you have seriously violated the school curfew."
"Underhanded! It wasn't midnight yet when you caught us—"
"Come with me."
Fred and George were dragged toward the dungeons.
Surely the two of them would make some unforgettable memories in the Bat Cave.
On the other side of Earth,
A Boeing 747 landed at Tokyo International Airport—also known as Haneda International Airport.
When the cabin door opened, James's excited little face appeared.
"Merlin's miniskirt! I'm not sleepy at all now!"
Alfred hooked an arm around his neck and dragged him back. "Did you drink too much fake liquor? Hurry up, go back and wash your face."
Fortunately, it was a private jet, and the apron was private too.
Otherwise, even someone as socially fearless as Vincent would probably be embarrassed enough to hide far away.
"Master Wayne, the cars are ready."
Five Toyota Centurys stood steadily before the boarding stairs in the distance.
Their license plates differed, as did their drivers.
Vincent's mouth twitched slightly. At last, he understood the realm of the wealthy.
What looked ostentatiously luxurious to others was perfectly normal to them.
Truly plain and unpretentious.
He was a Wayne, after all. How could he lose his