"What the hell were you three doing?"
Having just finished running laps around the Quidditch Pitch and been exhausted half to death, Harry and the Weasley Twins were summoned to Professor McGonagall's office for a scolding. What had just happened had clearly infuriated her.
"We weren't doing anything, Professor."
It took George a while to steady his breathing. Thankfully, he had taken a Vitality Potion.
"Not doing anything?" Professor McGonagall trembled with rage. She slammed a hand onto the desk with a loud bang. "You nearly caused a massive disturbance."
"We didn't cause it," Fred corrected after taking a deep breath.
"Professor, perhaps you need a calming draught." Harry pulled a bottle from the pocket of his outer robe, poured one out for himself, then asked the other two, "Want one?"
"No, thanks."
"I think we're perfectly calm."
"I think you'd both better take one," Harry suggested.
"What?" Professor McGonagall stared blankly.
"A calming draught!" Fred took the bottle and poured one out each for himself and George.
"What are you doing?" Professor McGonagall grew even angrier as she watched the three of them remain so composed.
"Taking calming draughts, Professor. We've always exercised restraint, so it's not a question of what we wanted to do. You should ask Slytherin what they wanted to do." Fred handed the bottle back to Harry.
"Malfoy provoked us first and insulted our parents." George shrugged. "You can't expect us to be unmoved by that."
"Provoked you?" Professor McGonagall shouted. "But you didn't let Madam Hooch handle it."
"They even made up that insulting song. Madam Hooch obviously couldn't solve that sort of problem," Fred cut in. "So please don't make things difficult for Madam Hooch."
"We only insulted his family in return," Harry said calmly. "We weren't angry enough to hit him, and