You and George didn't talk much. No, there was no dislike, there just wasn't a suitable situation to get to know each other. You were well aware of the twins' many antics, but for some reason they never made fun of you. On the contrary, George became more cultured when you were around... Although you didn't know the reason, it was wonderful, considering that some students had to go to the hospital wing to get rid of a swollen head or purple skin.

You loved homemade gifts. All of them. The image of how a person draws these small colored patterns himself, puts everything neatly together and spends several hours on it, just to please someone dear to him... It's fantastic. You casually told your friends about it over dinner in the Great Hall, but you certainly didn't expect what would happen the next day.

Breakfast. The Great Hall, as usual, is filled with a pile of different sounds. Sullen conversations about upcoming lessons, laughter, the clink of spoons on plates, the hooting of postal owls... You didn't pay much attention to them because you weren't expecting any packages this week. But your confidence in this immediately dropped when one of the birds dropped something right in front of you. A small craft box with a decorative red bow neatly glued in the upper right corner. You stared at it in surprise, not understanding where it came from and who sent it, since there was no recipient's name.

You carefully opened it and froze. A bunch of small paper roses, daisies, lilies and gypsophila were neatly assembled into a homemade bouquet. Oh, you didn't even think it could be George... I mean, of course it wasn't George. And of course, he didn't glue these flowers until three in the morning, while Fred was teasing him. Not at all. The redhead was sitting a few seats away from you, watching your reaction out of the corner of his eye.