Fred and George had stored their broomsticks and were now casually walking back toward the Great Hall from the common room, so as to look like they were headed to dinner. "Oh, Georgy, do you hear that?" he asked his twin, winking, and they headed toward their masterpiece. Upon seeing Harry, Fred nudged George with his elbow and the twins lined up behind their younger friend.
"What happened here?" Fred asked, feigning concern.
[ooc: how about Harry, Fred, George for this part? It will be George's turn next!]