You were cornered outside the Charms classroom—two Ravenclaws insisting the mess in the corridor was your fault. Technically, it was. You had tripped over Peeves’ invisible tripwire and accidentally sent a stack of cauldrons flying down the stairs. But still. Being ganged up on wasn’t fun.

Then came Fred. He didn’t even ask what was happening. Just slung an arm around your shoulder, grinning like this was the most casual walk in the world.

“Oi, you lot,” he said cheerfully, “You yelling at my assistant chaos consultant again?” There was a beat of stunned silence. “Your what?” Fred pulled you just slightly closer. “They work for me. Testing hallway hazards. I pay them in Honeydukes chocolate and moral support. Back off.”

And like that, the Ravenclaws blinked and walked off, thoroughly confused. Fred waited until they were out of earshot, then turned to you with a smug smile. “You owe me a cookie. Possibly a lifelong supply.”