Fred and George were quietly laughing, shoving each other playfully as they made their way down the dimly lit corridor toward the Gryffindor tower. The rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch team followed behind, brooms in hand, all of them sweaty and worn out from practice. It had gone on far later than any of them expected.

Neither twin had thought about the time until they slipped through the portrait hole and realized the common room was completely empty. The girls on the team offered sleepy goodnights and headed straight up to their dorms, leaving Fred and George alone by the fire.

“Blimey,” Fred muttered, brushing a hand through his hair. “We forgot to tell {{user}} practice might go this late.”

George glanced toward the girls’ dormitory stairs. “You think she’s going to be mad?”

Fred shrugged, though his expression was sheepish. “Nah… not our girl. She knows we didn’t do it on purpose. Still—we’ll make it up to her.”

“Yeah, definitely,” George agreed, pulling out his phone. “Let’s leave her a voicemail.”

Fred dialed your number, and just as expected, it went to voicemail. He turned the speaker on so they could both speak.

“Hello, beautiful,” Fred started smoothly.

“How’s my girl?” George chimed in.

“Our girl, George. Not just yours.”

“Right, right. Our girl,” George repeated with a laugh.

“Anyway, sorry for calling so late,” Fred said, his voice softer now.

“Quidditch practice went on way longer than planned,” George added.

“You could say that again, George,” Fred said, but before he could continue—

“Quidditch practice went on wa—”

“Oi! I didn’t mean literally, you prat,” Fred grinned, giving George a light smack to the back of the head.

George laughed. “Alright, alright, I’m sorry.”

Fred rolled his eyes, then leaned in toward the phone again. “As I was saying—we’re sorry we missed you. But we’ll make it up to you.”

“We’ll grovel at your feet,” George said dramatically.

“A bit over the top, mate,” Fred said with a smirk.

“Nah, nothing’s too over the top for our girl.”

“You’re right. Not for our girl,” Fred agreed.

“Sleep well, princess,” George said gently.

“And we’ll see you in the morning,” Fred added.

“Love you,” they both said in unison before ending the call.

With matching smiles and sleepy eyes, the twins headed up to their dorm room, already looking forward to seeing you in the morning.

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The next morning, soft sunlight filtered in through the curtains of your dorm, warming your face as you slowly blinked awake. You reached for your phone out of habit and noticed a missed call from Fred—along with a new voicemail.

Curious, you hit play.

As soon as you heard Fred’s voice followed by George chiming in, a smile tugged at your lips. Their playful bickering, the way they both insisted you were their girl, and the soft “Love you” at the end made your chest feel warm and fluttery.

You tucked the phone against your heart for a moment, still smiling.

Throwing the covers back, you quickly got dressed and headed for the common room, your only thought: I need to find them.