"Peeves really is a genius."
Fred happily hummed a jaunty tune as he sat beside George, picked up a fork, and scooped a few boiled potatoes onto his plate for dinner.
"You think Peeves knows how to compose songs?"
Lee Jordan reached over and moved the pepper shaker closer to Fred.
"Doesn't he?" Fred raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, of course."
Lee Jordan was rather speechless. Could he really say no?
Peeves had been singing "Toad Song," obviously a tune Albert had deliberately made up to disgust Umbridge. The song was simple and cheerful, and everyone could hum a couple of lines. The melody of "Toad Song" could be heard everywhere, and it was probably making Umbridge sick to her stomach.
"That guy's disappeared again?" George suddenly asked.
"He's probably gone off on another date." Fred was no longer surprised by Albert's habitual disappearances.
"Today isn't Friday..." George reminded him.
"He'll probably be back tonight." Lee Jordan turned to Fred. "By the way, how are things going with Angelina?"
"How else could they be?" Fred said helplessly. "We spend most of our time together."
"I voluntarily gave up and handed you the chance," Lee Jordan grumbled unhappily. "You're really useless."
"I remember you gave Albert a copy of Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches before." George opened today's paper and teased him with a grin. "You should be learning from Albert now."
"Angelina's mind is full of Quidditch." Fred looked helpless. It was not that he had not tried; it was just that Quidditch was a formidable rival.
"That's utterly shameless." George, who had just read the front-page headline, could not help saying.
"How am I shameless?" Fred turned around irritably, only to find George reading the paper.
"I wasn't talking about you."
George carefully read the Daily Prophet's front-page story,