A note to the Weasley twins. The fireworks in summer come and go silently. They will not change anything, just as they will leave nothing behind. They are just fragments of time that cannot be erased in their youthful years.
My experience is fragmented, ordinary and not great. I am not a butterfly flapping its wings, nor a vortex in the center of the storm. I am glad that I can participate. After all, participating is the biggest golden finger.
Purpose: To the most beautiful twins in the dark age