The aftermath of the "Dancing Armor Debacle" had left the entire school buzzing. Whispers of McGonagall's surprise waltz became instant legend, especially among the older students who had never seen her twirl before. The Weasley twins, despite their confusion at being blamed, had accepted the punishment with their trademark grins—ten points and a detention apiece.
But Iris hadn't let it go.
"It's not right," she muttered over breakfast, stabbing her toast a little more aggressively than necessary. "We got away with it. They took the fall."
Hadrian, sipping his pumpkin juice, arched a brow. "They've taken credit for pranks they didn't do before. They'll survive."
"That's not the point," Iris replied, then leaned closer with a conspiratorial glint in her eyes. "We're fixing it. Quietly."
By lunchtime, the trio had spread across the Great Hall under the pretense of mingling. Iris approached a group of second-year Gryffindors and planted the idea: "Wouldn't it be fun if the Weasley twins got some surprise gifts for the best prank of the term?"
Dora worked on Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws—dropping casual hints about "appreciating showmanship" and "rewarding good chaos." Even a few first-year Slytherins, intrigued by the idea of causing mischief without consequences, were swayed.
Hadrian added the finishing touch—he spoke to a couple of older students from each house and suggested sending small trinkets or treats to the twins with no sender names. Just a silent nod of respect.
By evening, the plan was in motion.
The next morning, Fred and George entered the common room to find their beds covered in little packages. Not extravagant gifts—just thoughtful tokens.
Chocolate frogs charmed to croak "Bravo!"
A tiny enchanted banner that read "House Spirit: 10/10" and periodically changed colors
A bottle of color-changing ink with a label that simply said: For future masterpieces
There were about a dozen parcels each. No names. No notes.
Fred blinked. "Okay… what did we do this time?"
George opened a box and pulled out a pair of socks charmed to tap dance on their own.
"We've either been hexed, worshipped, or nominated for office."
Across the Great Hall, the trio watched from their Hufflepuff table. Iris kept a straight face, though her eyes sparkled.
"Think they'll figure it out?" Dora whispered.
Hadrian shook his head. "They'll take the praise and roll with it. Just like they always do."
Fred held up a toffee that had been spelled to sparkle gold in the light. "I think," he said to George, "we're finally getting the recognition we deserve."
George nodded solemnly. "About time."
They clinked Butterbeer bottles and strutted off, pride radiating from every step.
Back at the Hufflepuff table, the trio smiled to themselves.
It wasn't about credit. It was about fairness, solidarity, and a small nudge of kindness behind the chaos.
Just the way Iris liked it.