Hi, it's James. James Potter.

celebrations with spiky hair - year 1

"So you have my last Bombtastic Bomb."

"That I've adapted so much it creates a really massive bang but doesn't do anything.", Fred grinned proudly.

"You're gonna throw it outside, trying to not get caught. Then us three are going to slip downstairs when everyone has dashed outside, and Mini and Roxy are going to guard me and watch out for everyone coming back in. And I'm going into the kitchen and slip the potion into the jugs."

"Exactly.", Roxanne agreed, "And we should get going now otherwise they're going to call us down for cake before we've done it. So Mini, get downstairs and have a look if they are far enough."

"Alright, I'm going.", Dominique sighed and left the room.

"This is going to be some huge bang.", Fred grinned happily, "Or at least I'm pretty positive it will be."

"I won't have wasted my last Bombtastic Bomb, will I?", James frowned at him.

"No, no, I should've succeeded."

Five minutes later, Dominique came back upstairs and told them to start right now because Molly would call up any moment.

"Okay. See ya in a moment.", Fred called out and darted outside to the attic to throw out the bomb there.

James tensed and listened for the explosion, and when it happened, even he jumped.

It was such a huge bang, that the house shook and it sounded like a war had just broken lose.

They heard several yelps from the rooms next to them, Dominiques being one of them.

"Oh, that was a good one.", Roxanne said satisfied, "Now let's get down immediately."

Some of the children sprinted downstairs in front of them, trying to see what was happening outside or getting to their parents.

Carefully, James sneaked into the kitchen after Fleur had hurried out with a worried expression on her face.

Roxanne and Dominique stayed outside, covering James in case someone came back in earlier.

Quickly, he pulled the vial with the green potion open, and filled something of it into all the jugs with either water or juice, and into the champagne bottle.

"James!", Roxanne hissed from outside the kitchen, and he got out of it.

They darted outside, just to collide with Arthur, who was on his way back in after he had seen that nothing serious had happened.

He rather left the scolding part to the others.

"Dear Merlin, what happened out there?", James asked him innocently.

"If you wouldn't know that well enough.", Arthur smiled at him, shaking his head, "You're an exhausting lot, you know that."

Smiling excusingly, they went out into the garden and joined the others.

"It must've slipped my fingers, so sorry!", Fred was just yelling down from the upmost window in the attic, and all of the children snorted out.

"HOW DOES SOMETHING LIKE THIS JUST SLIP YOUR FINGERS", Molly roared up, "I'VE ALMOST GOTTEN A HEART ATTACK, AND JUST THINK OF THE POOR, POOR MUGGLES LIVING HERE!"

Meanwhile George was examining the exploded bomb, almost cracking up with laughter.

Behind his Mum's back, he gave his son a thumbs-up to appreciate the handicraft he had done on the bomb, what earned him a slap on the back of his head from Angelina.

"I know grandma, but usually they're way more quiet, too. I never expected such a huge explosion.", Fred shook his head with all seriousness he could offer.