Wonder Wizards (Fred/George Weasley x Reader)

Questions

"Dear Miss Y/L/N,

The Ministry would like to thank you for sending us a sample of an unrecognised elixir. Reporting unknown mixtures is vital to ensuring defence against the dark arts and keeping the Wizarding world safe.

After a basic examination and testing, we unfortunately cannot identify the contents at this current time.

We have retained the sample supplied to us by yourself, in order to conduct further series of inspections.

The Ministry would like to invite you to attend the Auror Office, to discuss how this concoction fell into your possession. Please attend within the next 7 days. We may have answers to any questions you might have, however please be patient with us.

Regards,

Gawain Robards
Auror Office
The Ministry of Magic
Whitehall, London"

After Hermione had finished reading the letter aloud, Ron blew some hair out of his face and clasped his hands together, "Well. That's given us bugger all information, hasn't it" he huffed.

You wiped your mouth, nervous that the Ministry had invited you to attend the Auror Office. Are you in trouble? Will they interrogate you? The mere thought of walking in there made you sick to your stomach.

"You guys will come with me? George you have to at least" you gave George a worried look, vigorously bobbing your leg up and down, chewing at your nails. "Of course I will, don't worry" he replied, noting your extremely nervous shift of demeanour.

Fred placed a hand on your knee to steady your leg, rubbing over the top of your knee with his thumb. "We'll all come," Ron said, turning to look at everyone, "Right?".

"Of course we will" Hermione nodded, tousled curly hair shaking with every nod. You sighed with relief, George at least had to come with you, the Ministry would need a firsthand account from him even if he didn't remember much.

"We'll go tomorrow" Harry affirmed, crossing his arms with a wag of his chin. "On a Saturday?" Ron scoffed, wrinkling his nose up in a scowl at Harry. Saturdays were for 'relaxing' in the Weasley household, except you could never relax around them.

"That's a good idea, we'll attend Y/N's mother's show tonight and go to the Ministry tomorrow," Hermione said, you all wanted to find the route to this problem.

You smiled at her, you had such wonderful friends who would do anything for you, and you would do anything for them. Fred gave your knee a playful slap, laughing when you jumped out of your skin.

"Don't do that, you twat" you said pushing him away, your knee was bouncing ten times faster now, the adrenaline coursing through your veins. "You need to relax, Y/N" he said chuckling, giving your cheek a quick kiss.

"So, what are you wearing tonight girls?" you asked Ginny and Hermione, trying to shake your attention onto something else. Hermione shook her head, "Oh I don't know, I only brought a simple pink dress. I'm not sure if it's appropriate" she giggled.

You sprang up from the sofa, catching their hands in yours as you pulled them upstairs into Ginny's room. You told the girls to wait there, trudging upstairs to Ron's room so you could bring some of your dresses down, chucking them onto the end of Ginny's bed.

"Take your pick" you told Hermione, gesturing to the pile of dresses. Her eyes lit up, "Are you sure, Y/N?" she asked sweetly, her fingertips running lightly over the fabric. She was so very sweet with her actions, you could tell that she wanted to flick through each dress but wanted to be gentle with things that weren't hers.

Ginny picked herself up from the bed and walked over to her wardrobe, shifting out a beautiful sunflower yellow knee-high dress. "Oh Ginny! it's beautiful!" you cooed, clapping your hands together in excitement. She scanned over the dress, "It was my mother's, tonight is quite the occasion to wear it" she beamed, tracing her hand over the golden detailing.