George rolled his eyes at his brother's pouting, the fire from the Gryffindor common room warming them against the slight chill in the air.
"Forget about her, that Carmen—" "Kagome" "Same thing. That Kagome seemed stuck up when we first met her. You can do better, mate."
Fred stood up and pulled something from his pocket, "I don't understand, maybe she doesn't like Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans? Maybe I'll try a chocolate frog."
George stood, ignoring his twin's mumbling. "Stop being such a prat, come play some wizard's chess or something. Where are you going?"
"I'm going to try again! This girl's different, I can tell!" Fred shouted back, knocking through a bunch of first years in his rush to get to the portrait entrance.
"Fat chance she's different." George scoffed.
