Fred and George puffed out their cheeks in a ridiculous contest, trying to blow out the most white steam. But they overdid it—snot bubbled from their noses. Spotting each other's mess, they pointed and howled with laughter, nearly doubling over.
"This is brilliant!" Luna mimicked them, cheeks ballooned, making goofy "woo-woo-woo" noises. She cupped her hands around her ears, trapping a puff of steam, and offered it to Vizette before letting it drift away.
"Looks enchanting," Vizette said, grinning. He flicked his wand, casting a quick Transfiguration spell to shape the smoke into a miniature steam train. With a silent, wandless Levitation Charm, it chugged along the corridor.
"Woo-woo-woo!" Luna added sound effects. "So beautiful!"
After a few minutes of fun, Fred perked up. "We've got a club now—shouldn't we rename it? 'Preventative' sounds dead boring."
George nodded eagerly. "Spot on. And we need a proper club name too!"
Vizette cleared his throat. "I'm rubbish at naming things, honestly."
George whistled. "Never thought you'd admit to a weakness. Shocking!"
Fred scratched his head. "Truth is, we're no experts on potion names either..."
"But club names? We can handle that," George added, turning to Luna. "What do you reckon, Luna?"
She blinked, then furrowed her brow in thought. "It's for preventing flu, right? Vizette's potion works better than most..."
Fred let out a dramatic yelp and winked furiously at Vizette. "Whoa, that confidence! I can feel the steam from here!"
Vizette just smiled, curious about her idea.
Luna paced, her expression thoughtful. "Prevention means stopping it cold... flu's just a sniffle... and steam from the ears... Put it together, and how about 'Coolick'?"
Vizette shot up his hand. "Brilliant! I love it!"
"Oh, hold your horses!" Fred teased, dragging out "horses" like an old codger. "Let us outsiders chime in first."
George struck a dramatic pose. "Cool... rick! Ears puffing steam? Totally cool!"
But instead of agreeing, he winked at Fred. "Still... let's tweak it."
"Agreed," Fred deadpanned, catching the signal. Under George's stare, he raised his hand. "So naturally, I say yes! Three to one—heh!"
"You traitor! All innocent eyes and bushy brows!" George bared his teeth playfully and lunged. "Choo-choo! Incoming train!"
"You're one to talk—same brows, same everything! And who's not a train?" Fred shoved back, chests bumping like playful Bludgers.
Vizette watched, chuckling. Wood had an eye for talent; these two would make killer Beaters, bouncy as Bludgers themselves.
After tussling, they rubbed sore chests, panting. "So, club name...?"
"Why not each toss in a word and mash 'em together?" Vizette suggested.
Fred stroked his chin. "Not bad, but could get jumbled."
George lit up. "You and me each give one word—see if we match? Loser pays up."
Fred grinned wickedly. "Game on! But stakes—our experimental magic biscuits?"
Vizette and Luna nodded. "We're in."
George winced theatrically. "Oof, when you say it like that..."
"Pfft, we've chomped these a dozen times," Fred scoffed. "On three, shout your word!"
They agreed. Fred's eyes twinkled. "Three!"
"Magic!" Vizette and Luna chorused.
"Steam!" Fred and George bellowed.
Fred nodded sagely. "Magic Steam... rolls off the tongue."
"Magic Steam Club—M.S.C.," Luna said, flipping open her sketchbook. She sketched a quick logo: a soda bottle with M·S·C etched neatly in the center.
"Rough draft," she said, nose wrinkling at Vizette. "You pitch ideas too—no more 'good' cop-outs."
"Deal," Vizette replied. "Keep the Mooncalf motif on the bottle? It's cute."
Luna beamed and tweaked it. Fred and George leaned in. "Steam? Where's the steam?"
Revision two: wisps curling from the top.
Vizette eyed it. "Fancier now, but the font's too plain."
"Anserine script?" the twins suggested.
Revision three: elegant but off-kilter. They grimaced. "Nah."
"Gothic?" Vizette offered.
Revision four nailed it. The bottle steamed realistically, M·S·C in bold Gothic letters—mystical yet sleek.
Vizette dusted magic powder over the page, tracing lines with his wand. It sprang to life in 3D, bubbles rising, popping into vapor that faded away. The central logo gleamed steady, adding an air of intrigue.
The twins joined in, enlarging it with their wands and suspending it mid-hallway wall—a sparkling emblem for their new venture.
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