It was approaching winter fast, and the Triwizard tournament was coming up. You sat near the Goblet of Fire, reading a book until Fred and George Weasley bust through the door, and the other students cheer for them as they held an Ageing Potion in hand. Were they seriously about to put their names in the Goblet of Fire? They weren’t even old enough.

“It’s not going to work.” You uttered, rolling your eyes.

“Oh yeah?” George chuckled.

“And why’s that, {{user}}?” Fred asked in a slightly teasing tone as Fred sat to your left and George at your right.