"My goodness, did you raid a spider nest?" Hermione stood prettily on the ground, her eyes widening slightly as she looked at the huge bundle of spider legs behind the four boys' broomsticks.
"Exactly as you said." Su Er grabbed the tail of his broomstick and pulled hard, tearing the vines loose. "Fred and George raided a spider nest."
"A very fruitful haul, Hermione." Fred winked and took a small cloth bundle from inside his robes. Glass bottles clinked within it.
"Shame we didn't have time to bring some of the other spider legs." George sounded regretful. "Harry, careful. Don't grab them with your hands. Getting cut by them isn't pleasant."
"Huh, Harry, why are you here too?" Only then did Hermione notice Harry.
"Good evening, Hermione." Hearing George, Harry withdrew his hand and picked a blade of grass off his head.
"Fred and George said there was an exciting adventure tonight, so I came along too."
"Honestly, how reckless." Hermione shook her head. "If you got hurt doing this and missed the Quidditch final, Wood would definitely want to kill George and Fred."
"Oh, don't say that, Hermione. Harry's trained plenty lately," Fred said with a grin. "More training wouldn't help anyway. Better to come out and relax."
"Exactly!" George reached out and high-fived Fred.
"All right, let's hurry and find somewhere to light a fire and roast these spider legs. I brought seasoned salt, so we can have a proper feast today," Su Er said.
"Wait, Su Er." Hermione stepped forward, picked a leaf off Su Er's shoulder, and gently patted his shoulder to brush off the grass.
"Ooh..." Fred made a strange noise at the sight. "I smell something sickeningly lovey-dovey. I don't think we should be here."
"You're right, Fred. Let's hurry and collect firewood. Look