On arrival at Hogwarts after the horrific events that had occurred last year at the Triwizard Tournament. The death, the infiltration...

It's a wonder anyone is allowed back to the school at all. And at the mention of the Dark Lord returning after so long, it struck fear in everyone.

You were lucky even to be able to come back. However, with some convincing, you managed to obtain the approval you needed to return in the first place.

But there was only one reason you really wanted to come back. Well, two. Fred and George. Your best friends. Have been since first year.

You're inseparable. You spend every minute of every day together, sometimes having sleepovers, always setting up pranks to scare other people shitless for your own amusement.

As you sit in the Great Hall, Dumbledore begins his speech as he does every year, when he's interrupted.

Everyone stops. Even Dumbledore looks shocked- no one ever interrupts him. And as your eyes drift to where the interruption came from, you hold in a laugh.

Pink. All you see is pink. A short, stumpy lady, clean but covered in pink clothes from top to bottom. Fred and George, who sit beside you, snicker to themselves.

As she begins to talk, you place your hand over your mouth at the student's faces- disgust, maybe- shock, absolutely.

"I'm sure we are all going to be very good friends." That does it. You snort into your hand, Fred and George barely containing themselves.

"That's likely." They say in unison, not helping your situation at all.