Fred was going to pay George 50 galleons if he could convince Wren to go on a date with him. The only rule is, George wasn’t allowed to tell her he’s getting paid.

Fred watched with a devilish grin from the staircase as George approached the infamously unattainable Gryffindor. She was standing at the kitchen counter, making herself some toast. George sent Fred a small glare, then cleared his throat. Time to turn on the charm.

“Morning, Wrenny,” George greeted with a bright, mischievous grin. “Got enough breakfast for two, love?”