"Okay, so what can we do to get past the Age Line?" Fred asked, on their way to the dorms. "Ageing potion?"
"Dumbledore drew that line," Hermione retorted. "I think he's heard of ageing potions."
"Yeah, well, worth a try," George declared.
"It's dangerous, anyway," Hermione added. "I don't think anyone below seventeen will stand a chance, we haven't learned enough."
"Hermione," Lee Jordan said, indicating himself and then Fred and George. "We'll turn seventeen over the course of the tournament. We've done our OWLs. The only difference between how much magical education we've had and how much, um, Pucey or Warrington has had is nothing."
"They haven't even done more homework than us," Fred jumped in. "We counted."
"I don't like supporting my brothers when they're planning something insane," Ron said critically. "But they have a point."
"You don't like supporting us when we're planning something insane?" Fred demanded.
"That does explain why he never supports us," George mused. "Explains a lot, really."