Fred & George & the DE's
George was in the lab. He knew it was late, but he couldn't sleep. Sleeping was a luxury these days, and he spent the time he should be in bed in the lab. Creating. Wheezes hadn't been so prolific in years, even if most of their newest products were still in the unstable testing phase.
As usual, Fred was right next to him. They worked mostly in silence at these hours, their old nonverbal communication coming back over the last few months as if it was never missing. He handed Fred the asphodel, and stirred the potion counter clockwise. It was almost hypnotic, the way the colors swirled and mixed.
He was transferring the potion to the vials when it happened. There was silence, and then thunder rippled through the building. George put aside the vial, exchanging a glance with Fred.