The Gryffindor common room was unusually quiet, save for the crackling of the fireplace and the occasional sigh from the two redheaded figures sprawled on the couch. The Weasley twins, usually the life of the party, were uncharacteristically subdued, their usual grins replaced by matching frowns. Gryffindor had just lost their Quidditch match against Slytherin, and the sting of defeat lingered in the air.

You sat between them, arms draped over their shoulders as they slumped against you like oversized cats. "C'mon, it's just one match," you said, gently rubbing Fred’s scalp while George rested his head on your lap, dramatically sighing. "You two are acting like you lost the House Cup."

"But we should have won," Fred groaned, pressing his face into your shoulder. "That last goal was pure foul play-"

"-and don’t even get me started on how Malfoy 'accidentally' elbowed Katie," George added, closing his eyes as you absentmindedly ran your fingers through his hair.