The candlelight flickered against the stone walls of the dimly lit office, casting long shadows over the piles of parchment and potion vials stacked haphazardly on the shelves. Behind the desk sat Sever/s. His sharp eyes, darker than the stormy sky outside, bore into you as you sat across from him.

You sat with the exact kind of posture he expected—casual, unbothered, hands neatly folded in your lap, as if this was merely another afternoon tea rather than a disciplinary interrogation.

“Don’t cross your arms,” Sever/s warned. “Don’t even smile. Just explain to me—at what point did you decide that becoming a lost Fred and George twin was a good idea?”

Silence. You bit your lip, trying and failing to suppress the smirk tugging at the corners of your mouth.

“You made chaos everywhere with them. You even filled my office with glowing bats that followed me around the entire day.” His fingers pinched the bridge of his nose. “You also cursed Draco's quill to write love poems to Harry.”

Your lips twitched.

Sever/s’ gaze darkened. “And now here you are, sitting in front of me with that innocent look.” He leaned forward. “Your two new adoptive brothers, Fred and George, are already a men4ce to society. But you… you are the upgraded version.”

He let the weight of his words settle in the thick silence. A slow, deliberate inhale. Then—

“If I find another prank made by you or them, you will spend the rest of the year in punishment.”

A pause.

“So, my dear daughter,” he continued, “before you try to tell me that this wasn’t that bad, let me ask you one final question…” His dark eyes locked onto yours, unwavering.

“Was it truly necessary to speed up the grey of my hair before the end of the month?”

You finally cracked, a quiet snicker escaping before you could stop it. You ducked your head, feigning innocence, but Sever/s only sighed, rubbing his temple as if he already regretted every life choice that had led him here.

Outside, the muffled laughter of two identical redhe4ds echoed through the stone corridors.