Strangely, it wasn’t their tense silence that was distracting Harry from his dinner the most. No, that honour belonged to Fred, George, and, of all people, Draco, who were all huddled close together and muttering to one another under their breath, a piece of parchment hidden from the eyes of Mrs Weasley by Draco turning his whole back to her and tucking the parchment close to his body. Whatever they were saying was drowned out by the racket Bill, Ron, and Ginny were making as they hotly debated the most recent Quidditch tournament. Harry stirred his spaghetti absentmindedly, watching with interest when Draco suddenly snatched a quill out of Fred’s hand and scribbled furiously on the parchment, before nudging it just a little closer to the twins and stabbing emphatically at whatever he had written. George caught him looking, and grinned and sent him a wink. No doubt this was joke shop related, but Harry was surprised Draco had been drawn into their venture. 