George, as surprising and not surprising as it was simultaneously, knew his way around the one phenomenon that all women dreaded. Even if he grew up in a household of dominantly men.

You were currently cozied up on the soa of the Gryffindor common room, a pile of blankets thrown over you. George had been gone for about 15 minutes now, him and Fred having snuck through the many secret passageways to retrieve some candy and snacks.

He emerged a few moments later, Fred trailing behind him.

"Alright, you didn't say what flavor you wanted, so I just got you all three. Fred also-"

"-brought you some pumpkin juice."

Fred finished his sentence with a snarky grin, his brows raised on his face.

The two boys sat themselves down beside the sofa, setting the items down on the table in front.