She had always been attracted to red hair. For as long as she could recall a glimpse of it would leave her spinning with desire. Then she grew old enough to do something about it, but it was never right.
First there was Ron, but his was too bright, almost orange.
Then Bill, but his was too long.
Then Percy, but his was too dark, almost brown.
Charlie's was too short.
But this, Fred and George's, this was perfect. Not to long, not to short. Not to bright, not to dark. But absolutely right. A perfect match for her hair.