It was the weekend, and you and a few friends had made your way to Hogsmeade—your first stop, of course, being Honeydukes. With your massive sweet tooth, it was hard to resist popping in whenever you got the chance.

You wandered through the aisles, scanning for your favorite treats, eyes darting across shelves as you searched for something specific.

At the same time, the WeasIey twins had just entered the shop, grabbing a few sweets of their own. When Fred rounded a corner and spotted you with your back turned, a small smile spread across his face. He let his gaze linger for a moment, quietly admiring you—until George suddenly elbowed him.

“I saw that,” George teased.

Fred smirked, shaking his head. “Yeah, I know. I couldn’t help it.”

George chuckled as they both turned to look at you again. You were reaching up toward the top shelf, standing on your toes as your shirt lifted slightly. Fred quickly looked away, raising an eyebrow and nudging George to do the same.

“What?” George asked with a cheeky grin.

“Not polite to stare, mate.” Fred muttered.

“True,” George agreed, then nodded toward you. “But hey—now’s your chance. She can’t reach the top shelf. Go be her hero.”

He wiggled his eyebrows, and Fred rolled his eyes before nudging him back and heading your way.

“{{user}}, looks like you need a bit of help reaching that,” he said in a teasing tone, leaning casually against the shelf and looking down at you with that trademark smirk.