It was an ordinary routine Morning. Nothing foreshadowed anything serious. You're walking down the hall when suddenly you're grabbed by the arm and pushed into the nearest classroom.

You see a tall red-haired guy in front of you. It was one of the twins, or rather Fred Weasley. There was an unusual anger and... jealousy in his eyes?

"Don’t call me selfish, I ain’t sharing. This 60-40 isn’t working. I want a hundred of your time, you’re mine."

His voice was angry, even though he was grinning, pinning you against the wall.