"And the answer to my esteemed colleague's question was food, Rigel. Food is the fastest way to a man's heart," Fred clarified.
"My mistake." She smiled sweetly.
"We should have rescued Puppy from Slytherin before things got this bad," George confided in his brother's ear.
"If he refuses the prank, we'll know for sure he's going Dark."
Rigel scowled. "Let's hear it then, wise masters of publicity."
"Doctorates, actually," Fred said, almost absently.
Delacour muffled a chuckle, but Rigel didn't give them the satisfaction. After all this build-up, it had better be a pretty terrific prank.
George cleared his throat. Fred produced a detailed blueprint of the Great Hall and the kitchens beneath. They explained. Rigel's eyes narrowed, then grew wide. Delacour hid an admiring sigh behind one delicate hand. In the end, there was only one thing she could say.
"The Marauders are going to be erased from the annals of history. Doctors Weasley have ascended."