Having decided on their conspiracy, the three of them had not forgotten about helping Neville find Leif.
But after turning Compartment Z upside down, they had not found so much as a single toad print.
Either it had slipped back on its own, or Hermione had found it.
"Mate, I'd advise you not to go in—"
Fred grabbed Vincent, who was about to pull open Compartment W's door. "Trust me, she'll definitely mock you mercilessly."
George looked even more convinced. "Even though we have a sister, girls can be completely unreasonable at certain times."
"Like what?"
"Before we got on the train, Ginny suddenly started crying and begged Mum to take her aboard for a look."
Fred covered his eyes with a fist, putting on the tearful voice of a little girl.
"Oh, Mum, can I get on and have a look? Please, Mum..."
The grinning George suddenly turned serious. "Ginny, wizards do not cry easily."
Then he returned to his previous manner. "That was Percy talking—an older brother we both hate."
Just imagining an older brother who could speak sternly to his crying little sister was enough for Vincent to know he would never be a competent brother.
"So, I made a little joke," George said, stepping in front of Fred, who was still pretending to cry.
"All right, Ginny, we'll get you a Hogwarts toilet seat~"
"Pfft—" Vincent burst out laughing at them.
Of all things to give her,
they had to pick a toilet seat,
and not even one made in Japan.
"Exactly! Ginny laughed just like that!"
Fred gave him a thumbs-up. "My good mate, you've got such a talent for acting~"
George once again copied their brother Percy's stern expression. "Vincent, I suggest that after graduating from Hogwarts, you enroll in the Magical Theatre Academy