As Gisella and Charlie resumed their study session, their focus remained unwavering despite the interruption caused by Fred and Georige’s prank. They effortlessly slipped back into their rhythm, their shared determination to excel in their studies evident in their diligent efforts. They exchanged notes, highlighting important passages in their textbooks, and engaged in thoughtful discussions that expanded their understanding of the subjects they were studying. 

Without wasting a moment, the twins embarked on a quest for knowledge, scouring the Hogwarts library for books on spells, charms, and enchantments that could shed light on the parchment’s secrets. Their eyes darted from shelf to shelf, their fingers tracing the spines of countless volumes as they sought to key to unlocking the hidden magic within. 

Focused and determined, Fred and George selected books that discussed charms similar to the Aparecium charm, the spell known for revealing hidden ink and messages. They devoured the pages, absorbing the information and theories presented by countless magical scholars who had delved into the depths of hidden enchantments. They put their mischievous tendencies aside, determined to dedicate their full energy to figuring out what exactly they had nicked from Filch’s office and why he thought it was dangerous enough to be filed away in his ‘confiscated and highly dangerous artifacts’ pile. Curiosity burned within them, and they couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more to the parchment than met the eye. Their genuine instincts for mischief urged them to unravel its secrets and unleash its hidden powers. 

Late into the night, the twins huddled together, surrounded by stacks of open books, their eyes glimmering with excitement. They stayed behind long after Charlie and his study date called it quits for the night. But they were too busy discussing theories, tossing around ideas, sharing insight, and brainstorming possible ways to activate the parchment’s latent magic to even notice when they had left the library. Their mischievous minds concocted numerous ideas, each more audacious and daring than the last. 

“Boys! The library is closed!” the vulture-like librarian scolded the twins, “curfew is about to start. You two have overstayed your welcome,” her voice filled with annoyance and resignation. 

Fred and George exchanged panicked glances, realizing they had lost track of time in their pursuit of knowledge. They hastily gather their things, scrambling to pack their belongings. 

“I apologize, Madam Pince,” Fred said, “We got carried away, won’t happen again.” 

George chimed in, his tone a little more apologetic, “Right you are, Madam Pince. We understand the importance of respecting the library’s rules and closing hours.” 

Madam Pince, ever vigilant about rules, narrowed her sharp gaze at the duo, “Get out! Before I serve you both detentions!” 

The twins made a swift exit, their footsteps echoing in the now-quiet library. They didn’t need any more warnings from Madam Pince, they knew first hand how quick she was to dish out detentions. Back out in the corridors of Hogwarts and the looming start of curfew hanging over their heads, Fred and George decided that it was the perfect time to go to the kitchens. They did work up quite the appetite from all their hard work and decided that they definitely earned a treat. 

As they entered the warm and inviting space, the aroma of freshly baked pastries and simmering potions wafted through the air, tickling their senses and igniting their mischievous spirits. That was the most magical thing about Hogwarts they collectively decided, it didn’t matter what time they entered the kitchen the elves always had something fresh and deliciously prepared. And they were always so welcoming. 

Fred and George found a cozy spot near a crackling fireplace, their laughter filling the air as they settled in. One particularly friendly house elf, named Poppet, spotted Fred and George and greeted them with a delighted squeal, “Oh it’s the Weasley twins! How lovely to see you both!” Poppet exclaimed, her ears twitching with excitement. 

Fred and George returned Poppet’s greetings with warm smiles, “Hey Poppet. How have you been? Everything going well in the kitchen?” Fred asked, genuine curiosity shining in his eyes. 

Poppet beamed, her large eyes gleaming with pride. “Oh, we is always busy, always cooking and cleaning. But we is happy to serve Hogwarts! Master Dumbledore is so kind.” she replied, her voice filled with enthusiasm. “Masters Weasleys, please tell Poppet what she can serve you this evening.” 

Fred grinned mischievously, leaning forward to engage with Poppet, “Well, Poppet, we’ve been working hard all day, so I say tonight we will order a feast fit for kings!” he exclaimed, his eyes twinkling with excitement. 

George nodded, adding to Fred’s enthusiasm, “Absolutely, Poppet! We’d love a plate piled high with golden roasted chicken, accompanied by a mountain of buttery mashed potatoes and a side of crispy roasted vegetables. Oh, and don’t forget the rich gravy!” 

Poppet’s ears perked up, a broad smile spreading across her face, “Oh, Masters Weasleys, you know just how to make Poppet’s heart soar with joy! Your feast shall be prepared with love and care,” her voice filled with genuine warmth. 

Poppet scurried away, her nimble feet barely touching the ground, eager to fulfill their request. Quickly the tantalizing aroma of the kitchen filled the air, making their stomachs rumble in anticipation. 

Finally with a flourish, Poppet appeared, magically hovering a tray laden with steaming dishes that made Fred and George’s mouths water. Poppet carefully place the plates in front of the twins, “Enjoy your meal, Masters Weasleys,” Poppet said with a proud smile, her voice filled with the satisfaction of a job well done. 

Fred and George wasted no time diving into the feast before them, they couldn’t disappoint the house elves after all. They exchanged delighted looks, knowing that Poppet’s cooking had surpassed even their lofty expectations. 

Between bites, Fred managed to utter his appreciation, “Poppet, this is absolutely incredible! You and the others truly are culinary wizards!” 

George nodded enthusiastically, his mouth full of mash potatoes, “Couldn’t agree more! Poppet, this is a meal fit for champions!” 

Poppet blushed at their praises, her eyes gleaming with pride, “Thank you, Masters Weasleys. It brings Poppet great joy you have great joy of your meal. If theres anythings else Poppet can do, oh do to, young Masters Weasleys!” and off she scampered off to finish the rest of her chores. 

Eventually, with full bellies, Fred and George bid farewell to their longtime friends, “Poppet, you and the others have truly outdone yourselves tonight,” Fred praised. 

“Yes, we couldn’t have asked for a better meal,” echoed George. 

Poppet beamed with pride, her large eyes sparkling, “Oh, Masters Weasleys, your kind words warm our hearts. It  brings such pleases to serve and joy.” 

“Well, Poppet, we hate to leave such a wonderful feast behind. But we must be getting on.” Fred knew that elves hated when they left. 

Poppet’s eyes started to water, “Oh no, young masters Weasley. Did we do something wrong?” 

George jumped in quickly, “Absolutely not Poppet, we just need to be getting to bed. And we are so full.” his words had no effect on the house elf, Poppet started to weep. “We will be back soon, I promise. Right Fred?” 

This seemed to perk her up a little bit so Fred added, “Of course we will George. You know Poppet, you couldn’t get rid of us if you tried.” 

Poppet’s eyes lit up, and she nodded eagerly, “Oh goods, Masters Weasleys! Please take these with you,” she snapped her fingers and a mountain of food appeared on a silver tray hovering in mid air, “A delightful assortment of treats for younger Masters Weasleys. A little taste of our kitchen to brighten your journey. No Hogwarts student should go hungry.” 

As full as they were, they couldn’t say no to the house elves, and took their thoughtful gift with them back to their dorm, but not before promising to return for more delightful conversations and tasty treats over a dozen times. Working carefully and swiftly to not run into Filch or Mrs. Norris, the awful caretakers equally grumpy cat.