Disclaimer: I don't own these people
Minerva McGonagall stood in front of her sixth year class. "You may leave now," she said to them. "But Weasley, please stay." Two identical boys walked toward her. "Fred Weasley, please." One boy shrugged and walked away, but the other got a gleam in his eye. "Yes, love?" he asked. "Excuse me?" She looked at him with raised eyebrows. "Weasley, I have called you here because you are failing my class. You do not take notes, have failed all your recent tests, and seem to be daydreaming most of the class. Normally all this is usual, but you always seem to just pass. Do you have anything to add?" The boy shook his head. "No, my love." Minerva shook her head. Had she heard him correctly? "Weasley, may I ask why you stare at me every day, yet never take any notes?" Fred grinned. "I am merely gazing at your beauty, sweetie." That did it. "Weasley, you will write a ten page essay on respect. I expect it due in an hour." "Anything, darling." He walked out of the room. But a certain dark haired girl had heard the whole conversation. As Fred bumped into her and muttered sorry, Angelina Johnson scurried away to her room… and her journal.