Fred Weasley looked over at his identical twin brother, one Tuesday morning while they were still eating breakfast in the extremely messy flat they shared.
"Forge?"
"Yeah?" George replied, in-between mouthfuls of magic crunches
"I have a confession..."
"Oh Merlin, do I want to know?"
"Yep"
"Okay, give me the worst..." George laughed, shutting his eyes and flinching
"I am in love..."
"Aw!" George laughed even more and opened his eyes, "Who's the lucky girl then?"
"Hermione Granger!"
George's mouthful of magic crunches sprayed the table and Fred's face
"Excuse me?"
"Oh don't look so surprised, I've liked her since the Yule ball!"
"Well, good luck then mate, know that Ron fancies her right?"
"I know." Fred sighed "It's so depressing!"
"For Hermione!" laughed George
Just then a small grey owl flew through the window, missed the chair and smashed into the cereal box
"Oh, bloody hell, its pig!" sighed Fred and read the letter "CRAP! Ron, Hermione, Harry and Ginny are visiting the shop today around 11ish!"
"Ha-ha coincidental or what! You'll be able to save Princess Hermione from the evil clutches of the dragon Ron!" George grinned and stood on his chair holding his spoon as if it were an sword
"Shut up!" said Fred and pushed him off the chair with a thump.
"Right, are you all ready?" Mrs Weasley asked as they all lined up to go
"Mum, we can go to diagon alley by ourselves! We are 17!" Ginny groaned
"Well, you young lady are 16, and don't you forget it!" laughed Mrs Weasley "Now off you go, after 3, 3."
"DIAGON ALLEY!"