After an unknown length of time, the roaring downstairs died away. Mrs. Weasley and Mundungus Fletcher had probably moved their argument into the kitchen, where the good soundproofing cut off all noise.
Sirius came upstairs, still holding a letter.
"Don't get too greedy." Sirius glanced at the noticeably diminished pile of Doxies on the table, the considerably emptier bowl, and George's noticeably bulging pockets.
"That's enough."
George hastily stopped, tossed his gloves, stained with black liquid, carelessly aside, and gave Sirius a sheepish grin.
Yes, as the founding fathers of pranks at Hogwarts, the Weasley Brothers had long since heard of Sirius and knew that he was one of the creators of the map that had once helped them so much.
So, after arriving at 12 Grimmauld Place, the Weasley Brothers had already been exchanging information and supplies with Sirius.
After all, if they were going to invent things in someone else's house, they ought to let the owner know.
"Molly will be up soon. You'd better go and deal with those things." Sirius waved a casual hand.
Fred and George saluted him admiringly and vanished with a crack.
"Su Er, your letter." Sirius smiled, pressed the envelope into Su Er's hand, and walked toward Harry, who had, at some point, joined Ron in front of a tapestry covering a wall at the far end of the room.
"Mundungus Fletcher brought it. He was specifically told to give it to you."
"Who's the letter from?" Hermione wandered over. She had noticed the Weasley Brothers tampering with everyone's spoils earlier.
"What are Fred and George going to do with those Doxies?"
"They're playing around with something very novel," Su Er explained. "As for the letter, I don't know who sent it either. Want to read it with me?"
"Sure." Hermione leaned