Ginny sighed as she read the letter she had just received from Neville.
"What's wrong, Gin?" George walked over, holding a letter of his own, along with a sandwich he just made.
He sat down next to her at the Potter's kitchen table, propping his legs on the chair next to him.
"Oh, nothing out of the ordinary," she answered as she kicked his feet roughly off the seat. "James just sent some of your fireworks down the Slytherin table during dinner."
Ginny shook her head, not failing to give him a hard look as if it was his fault.
"It seems Fred was in on it too," George tossed his own letter back onto the table. "Neville seemed to get a kick out of it, though, even if he did give them detention."
"Well, I guess that's what we get for naming them both after legendary trouble-makers… James double."
George chuckled, leaning his chair back on two legs.
"I don't know about you, but I'm proud of 'im! Though I know Angelina will say we have to send him a howler or something…."
"Gotta keep the tradition running," Ginny shrugged.
"Ah… all those times Mum sent howlers to me and George! Priceless," George was looking at the ceiling in a reminiscing kind of way.
"Nothing could top the one Ron got in his second year, though," Ginny giggled as Lily came bouncing into the room.
"Mummy?"
"Yes, love?"
"Can I help you send James another howler?"
George raised his eyebrows at his niece, a smirk on his face.
"Sure," she smiled.
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James Potter sunk in his seat as his mother's harsh tone filled the room, every eye on the mop of dark hair.
He started breathing again once he thought it was done, but was surprised by another voice.
The howler, not yet finished, was now emitting his little sister's words.
After going on for a second, the whole room erupted in laughs as Lily Potter reprimanded her older brother.
Albus was bent over laughing, as were all the other Weasleys, tears in their eyes.
James was now beet red as he slid under the table to escape even the laughter of the teachers, even though they tried to hide it.