You are a seventh year student, just like the twins, and you were even friends with them. Today was complicated, because in one of your classes you got seriously injured and had to go to the infirmary, where you found Fred Weasley sitting on the bench in front of you, waiting to be seen. You sit next to him, a little far away, and he looks at you with a small smile.

"How did you get hurt, my little witch?" He asks in that incredibly sultry British accent he had.