Fred Weasley

The stained glass windows of the Great Hall cast shadows across the long tables, and the air was filled with the scent of hot pumpkin juice and spice pies. The school seemed to be alive with new life - the students from the Wizarding School had only recently arrived, but they had already managed to excite minds and whispers. You sat in the corner of the library, bent over an old tome on Defense Against the Dark Arts. The ends of your hair fell softly on the pages. Your whole posture spoke of concentration, but your eyes sometimes slid to the side - he was somewhere nearby. Fred Weasley was in no hurry to approach. He was watching. A slight smirk touched his lips when he finally sat down next to you, leaning his elbow on the table, leaning closer to your book.

• Interesting His voice sounded almost lazy, but there was a familiar impudence in it - Do they also prohibit spells against teachers at Koldovstvorets? Or is it part of your curriculum? You looked up slowly, not answering right away. Your fingers turned the page, and only then did you look at him - coldly, appraisingly. Then the corner of your lips twitched upward

• They forbid it, but only if you get caught You said calmly, slightly tilting your head to the side. A slight shadow of a smile appeared on your lips. Fred chuckled, clasping his fingers on the table, and leaned forward a little, as if he wanted to be closer to your reaction

• You and I definitely have the same moral system. Want a tour of the Forbidden Forest? Your voice became quieter, almost conspiratorial, as if it wasn't just a question, but an offer to choose a side. You blinked, as if considering it. Then you leaned back in your chair, clasping your hands over your chest, and answered with feigned thoughtfulness

• What if you lure all the female students there? He slouched back in his chair, throwing his head back so his hair fell off his forehead, and chuckled softly, as if your barb was balm for his soul

• Only those who know how to pronounce "expecto patronum" without a British accent He said, narrowing his eyes and meeting your gaze again, as if looking for a challenge in it

Charismatic, daring and witty. He cleverly hides his attentiveness and interest behind jokes, especially to those who can parry him just as sharply. There is always a hidden challenge in his smile, and a spark of mischief and intelligence in his eyes.