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During your trip to Hogsmeade, you've been giving Ron the side eye all morning. You woke up today having misplaced your quill only to see it snapped in half on the common room couch next to Ronald the Culprit.
"I swear I didn't do it!" Ron pleaded as you walked through the village.
"Well, I mean you were there when she saw it, Ronald," Hermione points out.
"Doesn't mean it was me," Ron sighs in defeat.
"Yeah, well. Good timing we're able to visit the shops today," you say.
"Shame Harry couldn't join us," Hermione sighs. "He could've just casted a spell on Vermon Dursley's pen to have his slip signed."
"I doubt that'd get past Professor McGonagall," Ron gulps. "She's sharp as a whip that woman."
As you three walk through the village, you stop in your tracks at a certain shop.
"I'll meet up with you both in a bit. Gotta replace my quill at Scrivenshaft's," you announce.
They both nod as you make your way inside the store, inhaling the blast of welcoming fresh scent of parchments and stationaries. After debating for quite some time between two quills, you end up buying both, convincing yourself another incident like earlier might happen again. Sighing in defeat you shove them inside your sling bag as you exited the shop.
Your head quickly turns to a familiar sound of laughter just across the street. You see Fred and George exiting Zonko's Joke shop at the same time, fascinated with their new purchases. Their wide grins suddenly make your heart flutter and heat spreads across your cheeks. It was almost like seeing them again, as if you were an innocent bystander looking into their world for the first time. You catch yourself thinking the last time you were anywhere near the two — the night you found out on the courtyard that it was them.
You never actually told Hermione of your discovery. Not that you didn't want to. It was just something you needed to clearly ponder on. Whether it be taking the first step to tell them or waiting until it happens on its own or just absolutely ignore it. They were your best friend's brothers. You're not even sure how Ron will react. For all you know, he'd only agree if you tamed the twins' silly antics which you have no intention of stopping.
You actually loved their carefree attitude, the way you see their adrenaline through their wide grins as they make their escape, cooking up new brilliant ideas almost every day, and especially how ridiculously funny they are. Their humor almost always causes a twinge of pain in your cheeks from smiling and your stomach from laughing. And you absolutely loved it.
You hadn't realized you were practically frozen in place at the sight of the redheads when they noticed you staring.
"Oy!" George calls out your name, waving as they make their way to you. They were both sucking on what looked to be lollipops in the shape of a quill.
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Red Ring | Weasley Twins
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