Fred was always getting into trouble at Hogwarts. You despised him really. I mean, first, he charmed slugs to follow you around the halls. Second, he turned the Gryffindor common room into a swamp; untimely stopping you from making your potions test, and third - the most wretched of them all - he spelled for your long hair to be tied off to each of your bed posts while you slept. Making you spend far too long untying them all in the morning, and leaving you with knots and locks of hair on the dorm room floor.

You had had enough. Fred had joyfully sat by a window at the library. Feet up on the desk, reading a new prank book.