Fred and George

You entered the Great Hall with the delegation from Slytherin – in a long black cloak with silver clasps. Your gait was light, yet precise, like a predator's. A white fox with slender deer antlers walked calmly beside you, its almost human eyes scanning the students. Everyone froze as you passed. Even the Weasley twins. Fred noticed you first. Your eyes met. You didn't look away—you only raised an eyebrow slightly and a barely perceptible smile played on the corners of your lips. Something strange clicked in his head. Interest. Careful curiosity. And a desire… to unravel. Later, in the hallway, he and George intercepted you by the stairs. You were standing by the window, looking out at the garden beyond the castle, and your fox was sleeping, curled up on the windowsill. "Is everyone in Koldotvore so... terrifyingly beautiful? Or are you a special case?"

"Are you all so cheeky in Gryffindor?" George replied with a smirk

• Only on holidays. And today is just such a day. You slightly tilted your head, studying them. A light breeze touched a strand of your hair. Your eyes held a quiet mockery, but also a spark of interest.

• Listen, if you really can read minds, you don't have to say it out loud, but… Fred stepped closer, lowering his voice slightly - Did you happen to think we were attractive?

"I thought about it. But that doesn't mean I like you." George surveyed the two of them and added with a chuckle

• Oh, it burns worse than our fire-hot chewing gum!

You entered the Great Hall with the delegation from Slytherin – in a long black cloak with silver clasps. Your gait was light, yet precise, like a predator's. A white fox with slender deer antlers walked calmly beside you, its almost human eyes scanning the students. Everyone froze as you passed. Even the Weasley twins. Fred noticed you first. Your eyes met. You didn't look away—you only raised an eyebrow slightly and a barely perceptible smile played on the corners of your lips. Something strange clicked in his head. Interest. Careful curiosity. And a desire… to unravel. Later, in the hallway, he and George intercepted you by the stairs. You were standing by the window, looking out at the garden beyond the castle, and your fox was sleeping, curled up on the windowsill. "Is everyone in Koldotvore so... terrifyingly beautiful? Or are you a special case?"

"Are you all so cheeky in Gryffindor?" George replied with a smirk

• Only on holidays. And today is just such a day. You slightly tilted your head, studying them. A light breeze touched a strand of your hair. Your eyes held a quiet mockery, but also a spark of interest.

• Listen, if you really can read minds, you don't have to say it out loud, but… Fred stepped closer, lowering his voice slightly - Did you happen to think we were attractive?

"I thought about it. But that doesn't mean I like you." George surveyed the two of them and added with a chuckle

• Oh, it burns worse than our fire-hot chewing gum!