Not to mention the Weasley twins' grand ambitions, they found their place in the Black family because Little Sirius clearly took them as the best successors for him and James's aspirations.
Anyway, Little Sirius hasn't much to do lately, as he's in a waiting period before starting work, so he's been sharing the whimsical ideas he created with James and Lupin as if spilling beans without reservation to the twins.
"These are some of the gadgets we made back then." Little Sirius poured out a heap of pristine little items from a box that had been enchanted with the Traceless Stretching Spell: "You can give them a try, after all, our whimsical ideas—let's say—have some merit."
"No doubt." The Weasley twins looked at the haphazardly placed small things in front of them with glowing eyes: "We kind of feel regret—we regret being born over a decade late... If we could have attended school with you, I bet Gryffindor would be much more fun."
"Then, would Gryffindor have enough points to deduct?"
Hermione's voice came from the doorway, yes, she was also at the Black Family Mansion for vacation.
"No worries, we can go without winning the House Cup." Fred whistled toward George: "Right, George? We are already fed up with these days."
"Hahaha…" Little Sirius laughed, clapping his hands.
George picked up a delicate little pin, inspected it carefully, and suddenly said to Fred: "Look, Fred, on here—'Plunderer'? This name sounds familiar... Have I heard it somewhere?"
"I remember!" Fred slapped his thigh: "Remember that map? The Marauder's Map? Isn't it written 'Plunderer' on the front page?"
With Fred's reminder, George also recalled.
"Oh, I remember that map." George chuckled: "Heaven knows we often got cursed by the map when we couldn't figure it out, Moon Face frequently called me a troublemaker, and Bigfoot always said you were impolite, right?"
"He's the impolite one!" Fred retorted: "But they were geniuses... To create such a map, I bet they were students at Hogwarts."
"Fred! George!" Hermione suddenly said: "These two people—you know them!"
"We know them?" Fred and George asked in unison, then turned together and spoke simultaneously: "Miss Granger, we all know you're a master of all things, but knowing this... isn't it a bit too terrifying?"
"What's terrifying about it?" Hermione rolled her eyes: "Oh my god, those two have even taught you Defense Against the Dark Arts—Moon Face is Professor Lupin and Bigfoot is Little Sirius, didn't you know?"
This news was so surprising that the twins were somewhat stunned.
They never imagined that the "idols" they had admired from afar were right in front of them.
"Are you telling the truth?" Fred was the first to react, asking repeatedly: "Is Mr. Black really Bigfoot? Is Professor Lupin really Moon Face?! Merlin's stinkiest socks, tell me it's true!"
"Of course." Little Sirius leaned against the doorframe, striking a very handsome pose, "I am Bigfoot—back then, we teamed up with Harry's dad to form the Plunderers, that Pointed Fork is James… James Potter."
When mentioning James, Little Sirius was clearly very pleased.
"That's so cool!" Fred whistled and tactlessly asked, "Then who was Wormtail?"
"It's Peter Pettigrew." Little Sirius answered straightforwardly, without any reservations: "As you saw, he betrayed us—"
"Sorry." The twins said in unison.
"No need to apologize, after all, he was a rat in your home for quite a few years." Little Sirius chuckled twice.
At the mention of the rat named Banban in their family, the Weasley twins' faces were as if they'd eaten something disgusting.
But...
The two of them didn't cuddle the rat to sleep like Ron did; their favorite pastime was experimenting with it.
"I should say, we kind of miss it." Fred said nostalgically: "When we got whims, we'd always steal it from Percy or Ron to experiment with... Back then, we already noticed its life force was tough, only later did we realize it wasn't a rat but an Animagus."
"Then I must thank you." Little Sirius said sincerely: "Thank you for punishing this guy when you had nothing else to do."
"Oh, you should thank them." Ron chimed in: "You don't know, there was a time Banban—the rat would scream and run away at the sound of their voices, obviously traumatized."
Hearing Ron's words, Little Sirius and the twins laughed even harder.
"Mom even bought a cat because of that." George continued: "That cat is horribly ugly, with a gingerbread-like face, named Crook Mountain—mom seems to like it for some reason."
"Maybe because the cat resembles you two." Ron began to verbally attack his brothers.
"Perhaps." Fred and George shrugged together.
They had a great time at the Black Family Mansion, except that the twins' room often emitted noises of explosions, and sometimes Harry's room would have screams coming from it.