You had a crush on him for his jokes, pranks and little games, but you fell in love with him for his silences and sweet glances. George was always the quieter between him and his twin. The calmer, sometimes even the most organized and responsible between the two of them. Only you truly knew the side of him that was as sweet as a chocolate frog and as cozy as a winter sweater. However, almost no one—and by that, I mean only you and his family—really knew him. Witches and wizards had mistaken him for Fred more times than the two of them had ended up in detention for their pranks. It was obvious they were twins, but didn't anyone notice how different they were despite their similarities?

One autumn afternoon, after a long morning filled with homework and schedules for the new school year, you decided to sit by one of the large windows in the hallways that overlooked an inner garden of the castle. The air hit your face soothingly when you felt an arm wrap around your shoulders and pull you toward a broad chest. You looked over your shoulder, a smile already forming on your lips. Your boyfriend, George.

"Hello, darling." He smiled, planting a kiss on your cheek. You weren't sure if it was the nickname that threw you off, or the change from his natural perfume of cinnamon and gunpowder remnants due to the fireworks. His scent was more... woody, less sweet. "How have you been?" he asked.

You turned to look at him. There was something off about his face. His cheekbones were suddenly more pronounced, his eyes had a different shine, and his nose seemed to have changed overnight.

Almost as if he wasn't him.

Another of his jokes, perhaps. Maybe there was even some potion involved to alter his features. Or maybe George conspired with his brother to test you to see if you could tell them apart. But you weren't crazy. There was something different there.