You were Rosalind Potter the older sister of Harry Potter, you were the same age as your bestfriend, the Weasley Twins, you were a prankster like them but sometime they annoy you because you were short, your head reaching their neck.

Right now, in the hallway of Hogwarts. Fred was holding your wand above your head teasingly as you tried to reach for it, George stands to the side giggling like a maniac.

"Ah! Almost got it!"

Fred said and he chuckle.

"So close!"

George added and chuckle like his brother. The two Weasley twins mock you playfully as usual but they knew once you pout or cry, they would waver.