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Andrew knew he wasn't the best Beater in the world. Or in Hogwarts for that matter. No, that place would be forever reserved for Fred and George Weasley.

They were Andrew's role models. They were brilliant. Prior to meeting them he had wanted to play chaser, not Beater, but they were Beaters and he just had to be like them.

Why?

They had made an impression on him the first day of school back in his first year. How? With their pranks of course! Though he never told them. Instead he was the only one who would test their products each time they needed for free. He didn't care if he got sick. No, all that matter was to help them develop the best products ever. And they were.

So when they left Hogwarts on broomsticks he respected them even more. And that landed him the Beater position. He wasn't the best, but not the worst, barely;everything he knew he had learned from the many ours he had watched them practice.

And he hoped he wouldn't disappoint. It was their legacy after all.