«You want to join the quidditch team? C'mon Fred! Who would ever want a player with orange hair?» she mocked him.
«It's strawberry blond, Ang. How many time do I have to tell you?»
She loved his hair colour, but she would never admit it. As she never admitted that she actually enjoyed his company. They were funny, after all.
«Do you think they'll ever want a midget like you in the team?»
«I don't care, Fred, I'm not interested»
«If you're not, then why are you here at the selections?»
She just smiled. To be with him, of course.