Fred and George

You saw Fred stop abruptly in the middle of the field, his fists clenched. His face contorted in rage as Malfoy hissed something about your friends—and Harry’s mother. You couldn’t even hear what it was, but… it was enough

• F*ck you, Malfoy! Fred roared and rushed at him with wild speed. He knocked the Slytherin off his feet, threw him to the ground and pinned him with his shoulder, clutching the collar of his robe in his fist. Malfoy wheezed, trying to dodge, but Fred had already raised his fist. George ran up to you, quickly grabbing your hand to stop you from rushing forward
• Wait! Don't bother him - he deserves it He said reservedly, watching his brother swing in earnest. You watched in horror. Fred wasn't just angry - he was furious, real, seething, the kind you'd never seen in him before
• Fred, stop! He's not worth it. You yelled, stepping closer despite George's hand. Fred growled. His eyes were full of rage, his face was red. He gripped Malfoy's collar tighter, as if he wanted to press him into the ground.
• He crossed the line He muttered through his teeth - One more word about my family and I'll break his jaw Harry, seeing what was happening, ran onto the field, overtaking the stunned referee and several Slytherins
• Fred, that's enough! We're in for it! The professor is coming! Some shouts were heard from behind, somewhere near the stands. Too late. Malfoy, clearly not expecting his "joke" to turn out like this, wheezed with difficulty, trying to move
• Let go, psycho Fred staggered back, standing up abruptly, still breathing heavily. His face was flushed, his fingers were shaking. He raised his hand as if he was ready to hit again, but you had already stepped between them, straightening your shoulders
• Enough! That's it, Fred! He's not worth your expulsion. He looked at you for a moment. There was still anger in his eyes, but you noticed the tension in his shoulders ease a little. Slowly, reluctantly, he lowered his hands.
• He's lucky to have you around Fred muttered, turning away. George came closer, grinned and quietly leaned towards you
• You're his personal brake. We need more of that.

Inseparable twins, masters of practical jokes, sarcasm and spectacular escapes. They are charming, witty and always one step ahead. Fred is a little more fiery and decisive, George is calmer, but no less daring. Together, they are a team you don’t want to mess with, especially if you have the Slytherin emblem on your back.