"What can we tweak to make it better?" Luna tore her Yorkshire pudding in half, passing the chunk with the juiciest beef to Vizette. "I'd prefer it sweet."
She unwrapped the chocolate frog she'd saved from earlier, smooshing it between the halves before taking a satisfied bite. Yorkshire puddings might sound dessert-like, but they were more like fluffy, savory rolls—salty from the baking process. Fillings could go either way: savory mince or sweet spreads like jam or chocolate.
Vizette nodded. "If it hits the spot for you, that's what matters. Think that's enough food?"
"Plenty," Luna said, her eyes drifting back to the earlier puzzle as she watched Vizette sip his potion. "But this preventive... isn't it a bit lacking in magic?"
"Not magical enough?" Vizette swirled the vial, then caught his reflection in a nearby mirror, hovering closer for a better look.
Personal blind spots could sneak up on anyone—ideas had their limits, especially when you were too close to the problem. That's when an outside nudge from someone who got you could spark clarity.
Vizette's gaze flicked to Luna, still puffing faint wisps of white smoke from the energizer she'd tried. It hit him like a Bludger. "You're right! It's missing that magical flair!"
"I nailed the taste and fizz, but the real hook... it's got to feel enchanted. Like the energizer's smoke show after a swig. White smoke... I'll need to pick a fireworks whiz's brain."
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After their run-in with that bag spider last time, Fred and George had upgraded their pet collection with a vibrant orange fire lizard—a salamander they'd "liberated" from Care of Magical Creatures. No more barrel-diving antics; now they doted on the little beast, dangling hot charcoal sticks for it to snap up.
But feeding wasn't the endgame. They kept eyeing its gaping maw, plotting to slip in a firework tube mid-snack.
The salamander was too sharp, though—clamping shut the instant the charcoal vanished.
"Still too skittish around us," Fred grumbled. "Couple more days of treats, and once it trusts us, fireworks in the kisser."
Luna tilted her head. "Why fireworks, though?"
George spun dramatically, arms flailing like exploding sparks. "To whip up self-inflating fireworks!"
Fred grinned. "The kind that laugh off a Vanishing Charm and just balloon bigger!"
Spotting the vial in Vizette's hand, George arched a brow. "You lot don't look flu-ridden..."
"Off-color, innit?" Fred rubbed his chin. "Our energizer was proper red."
George snorted. "Snape's special touch strikes again—downgraded to dishwater."
Vizette shrugged nonchalantly, lifting the vial. "It's a flu preventive, but Luna reckons it needs a glow-up."
"Hey!" The twins wheeled on Luna, eyes twinkling with mock accusation. "You're the improvement guru? Spill—how?"
Under their playful stares, Luna didn't flinch. "Vizette and I figured it should puff white smoke, like the energizer."
The Weasleys high-fived. "Prankster blood in you both—faking flu shots with energy-drink vibes!"
Fred ruffled his hair. "Smoke's easy; keeping it harmless? Trickier."
George nodded. "We're fireworks kings, but potions? We only win if Snape doesn't dock us to oblivion."
Luna flipped open her sketchbook to a doodle of an odd vial. "What about this shape?"
The twins crowded in, peering at the drawing before eyeing her with buzzing curiosity. "What's that contraption?"
Luna glanced at Vizette, who jumped in. "A Codd bottle. Load the smoke ingredients in this compartment..." He tapped the glassy bulb at the neck. "Sip by pressing your tongue here—gets the preventive flowing while triggering the smoke mix."
"Genius!" Fred and George lit up like their best bangs. "Where'd you dream this up?"
Vizette chuckled. "Muggle roots, actually. My preventive riffs off one of their fizzy drinks."
Fred's eyes widened. "Explains Dad's Muggle mania..."
"Yeah," George added. "That car of his? Bloody brilliant."
...
Tackling safety head-on, the twins leaned on their alchemy chops to brew a custom powder. It called for Silent Bird feathers—concept-wise, akin to Veritaserum, but swapping truth serum for billowing smoke.
Luna iterated on the Codd bottle design from memory, sketching it as a whimsical Mooncalf. Once set, Vizette would Transfigure the vials to match.
They filled the finals with preventive elixir and powder, debuting the upgraded brew right before Halloween.
George eyed the quirky bottles. "Let's launch a club for this."
Luna blinked. "A club?"
"I'm in!" Fred pumped a fist. "This preventive's our inaugural caper!"
Hogwarts brimmed with clubs—enduring ones like Gobstones, Charms, and Divination. Vizette's roommates fit right in: Michael dabbled in Divination, Anthony in Curses.
Vizette popped into Charms Club now and then, subbing as Flitwick's aide when the professor got swamped, demoing charm nuances.
Short-lived clubs popped up around standout students, fizzling out post-graduation. Slughorn's infamous Slug Club had bowed out with his retirement, but its legacy lingered—wizarding celebs often name-dropped their membership.
Luna's face brightened, so Vizette couldn't say no.
He hoisted his vial high. "To our first triumph—cheers!"
"Cheers!"
The four clinked Codd bottles with a satisfying tink, downing the lot. White smoke promptly chugged from their ears, turning them into pint-sized steam engines amid gales of laughter.
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