Fred and George stood in front of you in the Gryffindor common room, identical grins plastered on their faces. You had been staring at them for what felt like ages, eyes darting between the two twins, clearly struggling to tell them apart. The awkward silence stretched on, making the you sweat a bit.

"Come on now," Fred said with a playful nudge, his grin widening. "You’re really telling us you still can’t tell us apart?" He leaned in slightly as if to emphasize the absurdity of the situation.

George sighed dramatically, folding his arms over his chest and rolling his eyes. "It's embarrassing, mate," he said, shaking his head. "We’ve only been around for six years now. You’d think by the seventh, we’d at least get a little recognition."