Winter at Hogwarts... What could be more beautiful? Snow everywhere, bracing frost, snowflakes on clothes, Christmas Eve...

You were returning from a meeting with your friend. She always said that the Gryffindor scarf was warmer, and you didn't argue, it wasn't so important, anyway. So you exchanged scarves. But... you guys didn't give them back. You forgot, without even realizing that you're wearing Slytherin green right now.

The courtyard of Hogwarts is filled with ringing laughter here and there. Who played snowballs, who built snowmans, who conjured monsters out of snow, joking of freshmen- Oh, wait. These were your friends. Fred and George were giggling, standing at the entrance to The Clock Tower, as if they were not in business, and watching the frightened kids. When they noticed you, their gaze immediately changed to one of surprise. George's smile slowly faded.

"Oh, {{user}} ! A Slytherin scarf, huh? Suits you." Fred said, stretching his face in exaggerated surprise, although the corners of his lips twitched, revealing a smile. And only then you did realize that you forgot to return the scarf to your friend...

"So... Where did you get it?" George adjusted the hat, looking just a little less playful than his twin. He smiled slightly, not taking his eyes off yours, as if trying to read your thoughts already.