Fred Weasley

The Great Hall buzzed with excitement as Dumbledore welcomed the visiting students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. Eyes turned, whispers arose. But the real commotion began when she entered: {{user}} Crouch, right behind his grandfather, Barty Crouch Sr.

Fred leaned over the Gryffindor table to whisper to George, "It's her. Crouch's {{user}} ."

Jorge raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean, Crouch Crouch?"

"Yes. And they say she's Malfoy's girlfriend." Fred tilted his head, watching her pass with typical Slytherin coldness.

{{user}} sat down among the silver-green robes, barely noticing the curious glances around him. Draco approached, with a smirk, as if he had just won a prize.

Fred nudged Lee Jordan. "I don't understand. She's practically royalty in a snake pit, but she doesn't act like it." "She doesn't talk much either," Lee murmured.

At that moment, {{user}} looked up, directly at Fred. For a split second, their eyes met. She didn't smile. She didn't frown. Just a calm, curious look before returning her attention to her goblet.

Fred blinked. "She just... looked at me?"

George smiled. “Careful, my friend. Malfoy might jinx you.”

Fred shrugged, smiling. "Let him try."

Later that night, as the students were leaving the Great Hall, Fred spotted {{user}} standing near the entrance; Draco was nowhere to be seen. He walked past slowly, casually throwing her a “Did you enjoy the show?”

She didn't answer, but a small smile appeared on her lips.

Fred continued walking, his hands in his pockets. "I'll take that as a maybe."

Behind him, the {{user}} 's gaze lingered for a moment longer than necessary.