On Sunday morning, Vincent walked into the Great Hall with a yawn.
He had arrived rather late, and most of the students had already finished breakfast.
All his friends were there, and they looked just as listless as he felt.
"It's all Snape's fault." Fred shook his head, trying to wake himself up. "Today's research plans are ruined, George. Let's go back and sleep after breakfast."
George gave a soft "Mm," his half-lidded eyes slowly closing.
"George?"
With a smack, George's forehead crashed heavily into a slice of toast spread with blueberry jam.
He abruptly sat upright, staring blankly at Fred with his face covered in jam.
"Pfft, hahahahaha—"
George did not care about the jam on his face at all. He casually picked up the flattened toast and took a bite.
Fred laughed so hard that he slapped the table. "No... my stomach hurts..."
Vincent and the others looked over at the laughter and were all amused by George's new look.
Today, Hogwarts gained another campus legend: the "Blue Smurf."
After all that commotion, most of their drowsiness had vanished.
As soon as the twins finished breakfast, they grinned and ran over to sit beside Vincent.
"Mate, Snape ruined last night's party. Let's keep it going tonight."
Vincent thoughtfully handed George a stack of napkins. "Tomorrow's Monday. We can't stay up too late, can we?"
Fred looked somewhat regretful. "True. Judging by the look in Snape's eyes last night, he'll definitely keep watching us for a while."
George wiped most of the blueberry jam from his face in one go. "We can hold the party outside the castle. The Forbidden Forest is huge, and it's not like the Old Bat can actually fly. Do you think he can catch us?"
Fred's eyes lit up. "Great idea!"
Vincent shrugged at