Chapter 3: Diagon Alley
After careful consideration, Kyle decided it was best to play a trick on the twins and keep the news about the Three-Headed Dog to himself.
Who said he didn't have a fondness for magical creatures? Sure, he wasn't Newt Scamander and didn't have that unique touch, but creatures like the Three-Headed Dog were rare, even in Greece. If he missed this opportunity, it would be hard to see one again. All things considered, it was better to have some fun with Fred and George.
But to ease his conscience, Kyle slipped out of the twins' hold as quickly as possible and gave Chris an apologetic look. Chris, understandably, was baffled. One of the twins had the same confused expression.
They had been just about to carry out their plan—sprinkling some confetti-like powder over Kyle's head for a little mischief—but Kyle ducked and ran at the last second. Unfortunately for the twins, they had already thrown the confetti! It could have happened a second earlier or later, but of course, it landed at the worst possible moment.
The twins stood there, dumbfounded, watching the confetti make a perfect arc through the air—only to fall on the other twin's head.
"Shh..."
Suddenly, both Fred and George were furiously scratching their heads like agitated baboons. Their already messy hair became even wilder, a true bird's nest of confetti and chaos. Honestly, even the Sorting Hat looked more dignified at this point.
"Oh, Fred, George, what are you up to now!" Mrs. Weasley's voice rang out, clearly embarrassed as more people began to stare at the scene. Her cheeks flushed, and she marched over to the twins, grabbing each of them by the ear and dragging them away, her face red with both anger and humiliation.
At least in the alley, away from the main street of Diagon Alley, fewer people could see them. On the main road, it had been mortifying—her sons imitating baboons in front of everyone.