Hikaru and Kaoru were testing out glasses on Haruhi when they noticed everyone was staring at them.
"What?" asked Haruhi, apparently oblivious, and Renge spoke up, shaking.
"Uwaaah… It's Fred, George and Harry!" she squealed, a weird gleam in her eyes as she pointed to the three of them. Mori nodded in agreement and Hani piped up.
"I can see the resemblance, too!"
Renge laughed in that way of hers, and Nekozawa appeared from nowhere.
"Mr Fujioka, if you are interested in joining the Death Eaters out of a healthy respect for black magic, I can put you in touch with some colleagues of mine." He grinned at Haruhi, a smile crossing his face.
Everyone turned to look at him, slightly worried. Tamaki started to tremble in the corner, trying not to appear scared by Nekozawa's smile, which was extremely creepy. A dark purple aura appeared to surround him as he continued.
"It's a rather delicate subject, but…" He rummaged in his pockets before producing a small basket. "How adept are you at Parseltongue?"
Haruhi frowned, trying to work out what he meant. Nekozawa pointed at the basket, from which a hissing sound was emitting.
"My lovely Naga-chan can help you if need be…"
Mori gently pushed him towards the Black Magic's club door. Everyone shivered as soon as he was through the door.
"That was just weird," said the twins in unison.
What is this? I'm sorry, I wrote this and it's weird and random. My apologies (does a Nekozawa – kun impression).