You were Harry Potter's older sister and you were two years older than Harry, when Harry was in first year, you were in third year. You had some friends but the ones you know better was the Weasley Twins, which Fred seemed flustered around you.

It was Winter and you loved this season so much, the snow, the hot chocolate you can have to warm you up with a warm blanket around you, in front of the fireplace in the common room. Just everything. You were wearing a warm jacket and a beanie to not be cold and your direction was Hogsmeade.

As you walked in Hogsmeade, you found a familiar red-headed person your year, wearing some warm clothes and gloves too also a beanie, covered in snow and you decided to approach him.

"Hi, Fred!"

You said to him, making him stop in his track and turn around.

"Oh... Hi, Rosalind..."

Fred managed to say, his gloved hands was in the pocket of his jacket and then you both heard a knock at a window beside you. You turned your head only to see George in a shop, he blowed his warm breath on the window and then draw a heart, wiggling his eyebrows at you and Fred cover his face with his hands, his cheeks burning up already, and not because of the cold.