You’re making your way to your common room after a long day of classes, your mind still buzzing from the lessons, when you hear a burst of laughter and a loud thud from the corridor ahead. You slow your pace, curious. Turning the corner, you see a group of students gathered around, clearly amused by something.

In the center of the group, one student is standing with a wild grin plastered on his face, his hands on his hips. You immediately recognize him: tall, with bright red hair that’s slightly messy, and eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Did you see that?” he laughs, pointing at the student who looks slightly disoriented. “The best part was when you turned into a canary. You should’ve seen your face!”

The student in question is holding a hand to his head, still recovering from whatever prank had just been played on him. But instead of looking angry, he’s grinning sheepishly. “Honestly, that was... brilliant.”

The redhead, with an almost devilish glint in his eye, gives him a slap on the back. “No problem, mate. Just part of the service,” he says, clearly enjoying the attention.

Noticing you standing there, the redhead raises an eyebrow and grins even wider. “Ah, a new face. Haven’t seen you around before,” he says, walking over with that same swagger, as if he’s used to being the center of attention. “I’m George, and if you’re in the market for a good laugh, or perhaps a mild explosion, you’ve come to the right place.”