You step off your broom with a smile from ear to ear, the wind still ruffling your hair after Gryffindor's emotional victory. Oliver Wood is at his side, vibrating, still talking excitedly about the game's strategy. You try to keep up, but your focus is diverted when you feel two hands suddenly land on your shoulders.

You looked over your shoulder and watched the Weasley twins. They stared at you, their expressions sullen and less dramatic, as always.

"Where do you think you're going like that, so giggly, after spending so much time with the captain?" Fred teases, frowning, clearly pretending to be offended.

"That's it! You don't think you're paying too much attention to Oliver, do you?" complements George, imitating his brother's tone, but with a smile contained in the corner of his lips.

You can't help but laugh, rolling your eyes. I knew it was just another one of the couples' jokes, but it was still funny to see them like that, pretending to be jealous.

You laugh, crossing your arms while looking at the two. That's when Fred pulls two crumpled letters from inside the cover.

"What is that?" you ask, picking one up curiously. The handwriting is an almost illegible scrawl, but it's enough to understand the invitation: the Winter Ball. Before you can say anything, George delivers the second letter.

"The question is," Fred begins, trying to sound serious, "which one of us are you going with?"

You open your mouth to respond, but George interrupts you.

"Choosing just one would be unfair, so why don't you go with both?" He gives a mischievous smile, while Fred nods his head in approval.