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     “Brilliant,” came a voice from off to the side of the Gryffindor common room. “Absolutely brilliant — care for another?”

     The Weasley twins were keeping busy, their attention buried in a line of first and second year volunteers being paid for their work. A few orange boxes littered the vicinity, pulled open so that their contents were available to the testers as they went. The boys were carefully observing the results alongside Lee, their best friend, as they went about studying each and every tester and the sweet they were trying to guarantee consistent reactions.

     “I don’t reckon we’ve had a better run all term,” said one of the twins.
     “Good thing, too, ‘cause we’ve already got about ten pre-orders stackin’ up —” Fred said, examining with a proud grin one of the first years sporting an immobile jaw, clenched and humming frantically as though to express he was unable to open his mouth.

     “Reckon we might want to hold off on the sale of those Lock-Jaw Taffies, though… ‘less you fancy givin’ the purple end to him the old fashioned way —” said George, looking over at the tester with a faint hint of disgust.

        While Hermione appreciated the fact that the boys seemed to have some sort of plan for after school, she did not particularly enjoy the commotion going on during her reading hours. She set aside a couple of hours a day, depending on if she had time, to read a book. Favorably, she would read at least five books a week, depending on if she had lots of homework or not– but with all the ruckus, she hadn’t been able to get past the first line.

   With a huff, she stood up and made her way to the twins, arms crossed in an annoyed demeanor. “I don’t suppose you two could take your business else where, could you? I’m trying to read.”