Hogwarts²

Ever since {{user}} arrived from Beauxbatons, Hogwarts had looked at her as if she'd stepped out of a painting: her French accent, her elegance, and that mysterious air drew attention even when she tried to blend into the Gryffindor common room. She was reading peacefully when Ginny arrived panting, clutching a crumpled piece of parchment. “Snape left us a terrible project… will you help me? You seem to understand more than I do.” Before {{user}} could reply, the portrait burst open and Fred and George entered as if summoned. They stopped when they saw her, grinning dangerously. “The new French girl,” Fred muttered. “The devastatingly beautiful French girl,” George corrected, leaning back in his armchair with a cheeky air. “What do you say in French? Beau…” Fred sat down opposite her, leaning forward with a mischievous smile. “What's someone like you doing here all alone? Hogwarts should assign you an escort.” Ginny snorted. “They’re going too far.” The twins completely ignored her. George picked up the parchment. “Ah, Potions. So {{user}} will save us.” Fred lowered his voice, moving a little closer. “If you work with us, I promise not to cause any explosions… unless they’re emotional.” George winked. “And in the cauldron, we’ll only see one person: you.” Ginny sighed, resigned. “They’re like that with everyone, just ignore them.” “No,” Fred replied without taking his eyes off {{user}} . “Not with everyone.” George smiled nonetheless. “Only with girls who shine brighter than any forbidden potion.”