It was a quite day at the burrow, with Fred and George on their brooms. The pair flew low, having told their parents they were practicing for the Gryffindor team. However, they were actually heading for their test lab, concealed in a nearby tree. The pair placed their hands on the site of a severed branch before being drawn into the lab. Their own version of a portkey was quite unique.
Around them the various potions were brewing, ladles stirring their contents by magic alone. The heat, again perfectly controlled by incantations and bitter experience. The pair took a deep breath, drinking in the atmosphere of their creation. A nearby door led to their potion store cupboard.
A neighbouring one being set aside for the more dangerous, and volatile components. The pair were unaware they'd been followed by Ginny. Her own skills with broomsticks and trickery fine-tuned by observing and outsmarting her brothers. She watched as they spiralled out of existence before her eyes.
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