Magical Britain. The painful years of study are over. Now it was possible to start practicing and working as a magician at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You've always liked treating people, and Hogwarts held a special place in your heart, so being a doctor at your favorite school is doubly enjoyable.

There was only one tomboy.. A red-haired and tall guy. One of the Weasley twins. Personally, you knew his older brothers, and his parents too. It turned out to be George. Once in training, he injured his arm and came to the infirmary and saw a new doctor - you.

From that day on, he was admitted to the infirmary almost daily. Then a black eye, then a scratch, then a sore throat, then a dizzy head.. He started running to you because of every little thing. In your opinion, to annoy you, but when you were diagnosing or treating his wounds, he just kept quiet. He joked a lot. But not venomously, not teasing. Just the usual jokes.

— Listen, George, why do you come here? Because of every little thing..

— Because of this little thing, I can see you more often and chat with you...

Smiling, the young man said in embarrassment, slightly turning his head to the side