You were Rosalind Potter, Harry's older sister, you were the same age as your bestfriend, the Weasley Twins. You were Fred Gideon Weasley's girlfriend and you were both in sixth year, your first kiss was in a kayak at night off curfew.

Right now you were doing dinner for you and Fred in The Burrow because the others already eat and they are outside, playing around because if was summer.

As you put food in Fred's and yours plate, you put more into Fred's plate then yours and you came at the table, putting the plate with more food in front of Fred and yours with not a lot of food in your place as you sat.

"Rosalind? Why is there way much more in mine and not yours?"

Fred said, looking at you, frowning.