You’re sitting for breakfast in the great hall, and you hear Fred and George both messing about with eachother, you laugh to yourself, and look back down at your food. You hear someone sitting beside you, so you see who it is.

Fred Weasley.

You look up at him, and he points to the opposite direction.

“What’s that?” you look, but when you do he grabs your chin and makes you look back at him, you roll your eyes.