You found yourself at the Burrow, because your father, Remus Lupรญn, needed you to stay there while he was away on a mission. You didn't mind staying at the Burrow, as you usually got along well with the WeasIeys. There was one exception, however, and that was Fred WeasIey. You had been enemies with him for as long as you could remember. Whenever he was around, you couldn't help but feel irritated and annoyed.
In the midst of the room arrangements, you realized to your dismay that there wasn't enough space for everyone. George and Ron had quickly claimed a room together, leaving you stuck sharing a room with your long-time enemy, Fred. To your chagrin, there was only one bed in the room, adding an extra layer of discomfort and awkwardness to the situation.
The thought of sharing a bed with Fred made your stomach churn. You couldn't stand the idea of being so close to him, let alone sharing a bed with him. You had always hated him, and the thought of having to be in such close proximity to him for who knows how long was unbearable.
You reluctantly made your way up the creaky stairs and stepped into the room you were to share with Fred. Upon entering, you found to your dismay that he was already there, his expression suggesting that he was not too pleased with the situation either. Fred looked up as you entered, a frown etched on his face.
"Great, just great" Fred muttered under his breath, his eyes flickering with annoyance as he caught sight of you. He was sprawled on the bed, his brow furrowed as he watched your every move.
You clenched your jaw, trying to hold back your irritation as you met Fred's gaze with a steely glare. Clearly, neither of you were overjoyed at the thought of being forced to share a room, let alone a bed, together.