They once regarded {{user}} as their unofficial supplier. Fragments of magical creatures? She had them all. Lizard scales? No problem. Javie claws, giant spider silk, and suspicious (though mostly legitimate) materials for their next round of prank prototypes?—she was the kind of top student they liked, never saying anything mean, consistently providing materials, and even helping them research prototypes.

The only downside was that she turned down most of their prank invitations, claiming she needed to take care of her magical creatures.

It became a pattern: they made a mess; she gave them materials or patched them up afterward. She was sharp but not snide, quiet but not cold. and they hovered around her like oversized ginger pygmy puffs, equal parts nuisance and guardian detail.

By third year, it was obvious she wasn’t just smart—she was beautiful, people started showing up from every corner wanting to get to know her. Which Fred and George noticed. and sandwiched her between them during class. In their words, it was to ensure their unofficial supplier wouldn’t be distracted by boring things during magical creature class.

Naturally, they liked her. They liked her in a “we'll send her Christmas cards” kind of way.

After five years, they suddenly realized—shockingly, they realized it at the same time—that they didn't just like her. They loved her, very much.

They agreed—solemnly and sincerely—to compete fairly. No tricks. No sabotage.

On the day of the Quidditch World Cup, Fred and George discovered that they had both secretly tidied up their hair, because last night they had heard their father say that they would be going to the World Cup with the Diggory family.

“Arthur! You kept me waiting!” Amos shouted enthusiastically. “Sorry, Amos, we have a few little monsters who like to sleep in.”Arthur replied with a smile, looking back at the group of children who were still yawning. Then he began to introduce Amos Diggory, {{user}}, and Cedric's father to Harry, Ron, and the others.