"That was terrifying!" Fred shuddered theatrically, his tone full of deliberate fear. "There was even sweat in it! No wonder you threw up so badly!"
"Yeah!" George patted his chest with lingering dread. "I studied it for ages, then finally swallowed it..."
"But I forgot to prepare an antidote!" He pulled a pained face. "I threw up on the spot for ten minutes—nearly resonated my lunch right back out!"
"Oh! I didn't fare much better..." Fred let out an exaggerated sigh. "I picked a Dungbomb, because it represented chaos and surprises."
"Unfortunately, chaos and surprises..." George shrugged, a helpless smile on his face. "Only the chaos belonged to us. The surprise belonged to Ginny and Ron."
"The surprise belonged to Ginny and Ron?" Neville leaned forward curiously. "Why?"
"Because when I was trying to resonate with the Dungbomb..." Fred made an explosive gesture with his hands, "I accidentally blew it up."
George added, "Although the resonance failed, we successfully turned the room into a bathroom!"
"A bathroom?" Neville blinked, not quite following at first.
He did not understand at first, but when he heard Hannah, Wizet, and Luna laughing, he realized what "bathroom" meant and started laughing too.
"You can probably imagine what happened next..." Fred spread his hands. "Mum came upstairs, pointing her wand at us..."
"Mum's dueling skills were incredible!" George said sincerely. "She hit our bottoms every time. We couldn't dodge no matter what we did!"
"The room was a complete mess. Ginny, Ron, and the others stood nearby watching. They looked like they'd all swallowed Skiving Snackboxes—they laughed so hard they nearly threw up."
"Mum was even more impressive! With one wave of her wand, a gust of wind appeared in the room. It slammed the windows open and carried the smell of the Dungbomb outside.