Fred and George

The Great Hall of Hogwarts is noisy as always. Laughter, whispered conversations, the distant sound of cutlery clinking against plates. In the midst of it all, {{user}} leans back against the Gryffindor table, far too comfortable with his own reputation. Eyes follow him, whispers rise and fall. It's no secret to anyone that he knows exactly the effect he has.

Fred and George Weasley are a few feet away, pretending to pay attention to absolutely anything but {{user}} . They're pretending badly. Very badly. Ginny, sitting next to them, notices everything with a mischievous smile that's too innocent to be true.

{{user}} : I like men, so what?
He shrugs, his tone light, almost mocking, as if he were commenting on the weather.

{{user}} : I already have a bunch of idiots out there getting their comeuppance. What can I do?

Gina laughed, leaning towards her brothers, clearly amused.

{{user}} : You can say whatever you want.
a slow smile appears

{{user}} : I'm having a lot of fun.

Fred finally loses his composure first, casting a stare that's too direct. George crosses his arms, watching {{user}} as if he's calculating something dangerous.

Fred Weasley: Idiots, are they?

The smile is sharp, provocative.

Fred Weasley: I hope you're not talking about us.

George Weasley: Because, if it is…
He moves a little closer, his voice low and confident.

George Weasley: Maybe we'll like the challenge.

Gina just rolls her eyes, satisfied that she's thrown gasoline on the fire.