Kyle shared a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, giving one to Ron, keeping one for himself, and handing the rest to Ginny. She held onto the box for a moment before running to Kyle, asking him to help her avoid the ones that tasted like dragon dung.

Kyle understood Ginny's request but firmly declined. After all, part of the fun of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans is the element of surprise—every flavor is an adventure. Without the uncertainty, they would just be ordinary jelly beans. So, he wasn't being lazy; he was just helping Ginny appreciate the experience.

After playing around for a while, they finally heard Mrs. Weasley's familiar call from the Burrow, announcing that dinner was ready. Starving, they dropped their makeshift bats and headed back in groups.

Kyle led the way, with Ron trailing close behind. But before they got far, Fred and George suddenly rushed past, pushing Ron aside. He nearly fell into a gnome hole, glaring angrily at his brothers. His expression suggested he might tackle them if they didn't apologize.

But Fred and George paid him no mind; their attention was entirely focused on Kyle. Even if they knew Ron was angry, they wouldn't care. They had been teasing their younger brother for years and knew how to handle him. They knew he wouldn't retaliate and that they could smooth things over later with some saved-up treats.

Now, their priority was to deal with Kyle. The incident in Diagon Alley had been a big embarrassment for them, and they were looking for the right moment to get even. Since Kyle hadn't been out much recently, they hadn't found a chance—until now.

With Chris and Kyle joining the meal, the room was a bit crowded, so Mrs. Weasley set up the table outside. Kyle took his usual seat, only for Fred and George to immediately sit on either side of him, clearly plotting something. Kyle noticed right away and, suspecting they had a trick up their sleeves, chose to play along.

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As he helped Mrs. Weasley set the table, he eyed the spread: soft bread, baked potatoes, roast chicken, fried chicken nuggets, and tender steaks. While familiar, it was certainly a hearty meal. Kyle hoped Hogwarts' house-elves might offer something different—perhaps French cuisine or even a good pizza.

Once everything was ready, dinner began. Kyle was cautious, wary of eating anything suspicious, as he didn't want to make a scene.

But to his surprise, the twins acted normally throughout the meal, cracking jokes as they always did. It wasn't until halfway through dinner, when the conversation was at its liveliest, that Fred made his move.

After telling a joke about a Slytherin with greasy hair, Fred turned to George and said, "Hey, George, Kyle's going to Hogwarts tomorrow. Shouldn't we give him some advice about the sorting ceremony? It's supposed to be quite dangerous."

George quickly caught on, and after swallowing a mouthful of steak, he replied, "I don't think so, Fred. We should have faith in Kyle. He's strong—I'm sure he could handle a troll to get through the sorting."

Fred agreed with exaggerated seriousness. "Yeah, someone like Kyle wouldn't need our advice. He's too proud to even call us 'seniors.'"

Fred's plan was to scare Kyle a bit before he even set foot in Hogwarts, hoping it would make him nervous enough to lose sleep. And with their parents nearby, they were confident their little prank wouldn't get shut down.

As expected, the adults joined in on the joke. It was a favorite pastime among wizarding families to tease new students about the Hogwarts sorting ceremony.

Mrs. Weasley pretended to scold the twins and then assured Kyle, "Don't listen to them, dear. It's not that scary. It's just a simple test by a few ghosts. No danger at all."

Mr. Weasley, playing along, added, "Now, Molly, let's be honest. Kyle can handle the truth—he's brave enough to tame a hippogriff!"

Chris chimed in with a serious expression, "No, it's definitely a fire-breathing dragon, Kyle. Probably a Hungarian Horntail this year."

Kyle nodded along, pretending to take each warning seriously. He played his part well, responding to each comment with a mix of nervousness and determination, keeping everyone entertained.

The adults were having a great time, enjoying the joke at Kyle's expense. Unbeknownst to them, two anxious figures—Fred and George—sat in the corner, realizing that Kyle might be playing along more than they had anticipated.

(End of this chapter)

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