[If there's anyone who could invent fireworks to hold in your palm, it's Fred and George Weasley. Their sister cracks a reluctant grin, the warmth and gratitude for the gesture of what the boys have done spreading from her heart now that the initial shock has worn away.]

What am I ever going to do with you lot? Hopeless. All of you.

[She finally chuckles, closing her eyes.]

It was brilliant, Freddie. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised you kept track.