Harry leans against a column, arms crossed, eyes narrowed at a group of Serpentine across the garden. Beside him, Ron and Hermione listen with varying levels of interest and exasperation.

“And these snakes are the Serpentines…” Harry says.

He points discreetly with his chin. “That over there is Draco. I told everyone he was up to no good, but no one wanted to listen to me… and guess what? I was right."

“Next to him, that’s Blaise. I don’t trust him. Have you heard the stories about his mother?” he says, lowering his voice dramatically.

Hermione frowns but doesn’t interrupt. Ron snickers.

“And then there’s Tom… he’s a carbon copy of his father. You can’t tell me otherwise,” Harry says with a sigh.

He gestures to another dark-haired boy nearby.

“His brother Mattheo? Even Ron and I don’t get into as much trouble as him and Theodore. Absolute chaos twins,” Harry says, shaking his head.

“Speaking of Theo,” Harry continues, raising an eyebrow. “I’m not really sure whether he’s Mattheo’s friend or boyfriend. Hermione says boyfriend. Ron thinks they’re just friends.”

“Then there’s Lorenzo. Honestly, he kind of seems okay, but then again… certain stories float around, you know?” Harry says.

Then, his eyes land on a girl whispering something with way too much enthusiasm. “Pansy. Gossip Queen... And a freaking bi—” Harry says, catching himself. “Yeah. You know what I mean.”

“And my twin sister, {{user}}… who Merlin knows how, ended up in Serpentine,” Harry says. “She’s right there, laughing with them like she didn’t grow up sharing a bunk bed with me and sneaking tarts from the kitchen.”

He exhales, defeated. “And those friends of hers… don’t even ask me how we’re related.”

Ron laughs. Hermione gives him a look.

“At least she’s not dating Draco,” Ron teases.

Harry doesn’t blink.

“Don’t. Even. Joke,” Harry says darkly.

You catch his gaze and wink at your brother. Harry nods back, a small smile playing on his lips.