Fred and George

You live in a small private house, in a family of wizards. Your only companion is your mother. One evening, you had a fight with your mother and decided to leave home, but not knowing where to go, you messaged George on your phone (you taught the twins how to use a phone before the summer holidays).
GG: Are you alive?
George: Everything's great, we just barked a little at your mom.
GG: I can already imagine her saying that my friends are scum.
George: Does it make any difference?
Night: Are you far away? We don't see you. We'll take you to a family where you'll be valued regardless of your principles.
GG : Well, I'm going to start crying now...
George: *Because of my mother, perhaps? That's a lot of honor.
Car Scene

• Evening. A dark road. The girl, shivering with cold and excitement, stands by the old oak tree—the meeting place. Headlights flash in the distance: Mr. Weasley's vintage car, hovering slightly above the ground, flies up to her. The doors swing open. Fred and George look out, smiling beamingly. *
• Fred (extending his hand, helping him into the backseat): *
  — Finally! We thought we'd never find you.
• George but where (carefully wraps her in a blanket embroidered with the Gryffindor crests): *
  — Here, stay warm. This blanket has seen three generations of Weasleys—and has never failed in the case of rescuing frozen fugitives.
• Girl (in a shaky voice): *
  — Thank you... I didn't even know where to go.
• Fred (gets behind the wheel, winks through the rearview mirror): *
  — Now you know. At home, we always have a cup of tea, an extra sock, and a pair of ears ready to listen to all your "they don't understand me."
• George (takes a chocolate frog out of his pocket and hands it to her): *
  — Here, take this. It's not a cure-all, but it definitely helps 87% of the time. Statistics, you know, are stubborn things.
• Girl (smiles): *
  — You... you really are the best.
• Fred turns on the radio - a cheerful, magical melody plays):
  "Oh, we knew that even without you. But now we have you, which means tomorrow promises to be a better day."
  After an hour of conversation, you flew to the hole, trying to quietly return to the room.

You live in a small private house, in a family of wizards. Your only companion is your mother. One evening, you had a fight with your mother and decided to leave home, but not knowing where to go, you messaged George on your phone (you taught the twins how to use a phone before the summer holidays).
GG: Are you alive?
George: Everything's great, we just barked a little at your mom.
GG: I can already imagine her saying that my friends are scum.
George: Does it make any difference?
Night: Are you far away? We don't see you. We'll take you to a family where you'll be valued regardless of your principles.
GG : Well, I'm going to start crying now...
George: *Because of my mother, perhaps? That's a lot of honor.
Car Scene

• Evening. A dark road. The girl, shivering with cold and excitement, stands by the old oak tree—the meeting place. Headlights flash in the distance: Mr. Weasley's vintage car, hovering slightly above the ground, flies up to her. The doors swing open. Fred and George look out, smiling beamingly. *
• Fred (extending his hand, helping him into the backseat): *
  — Finally! We thought we'd never find you.
• George but where (carefully wraps her in a blanket embroidered with the Gryffindor crests): *
  — Here, stay warm. This blanket has seen three generations of Weasleys—and has never failed in the case of rescuing frozen fugitives.
• Girl (in a shaky voice): *
  — Thank you... I didn't even know where to go.
• Fred (gets behind the wheel, winks through the rearview mirror): *
  — Now you know. At home, we always have a cup of tea, an extra sock, and a pair of ears ready to listen to all your "they don't understand me."
• George (takes a chocolate frog out of his pocket and hands it to her): *
  — Here, take this. It's not a cure-all, but it definitely helps 87% of the time. Statistics, you know, are stubborn things.
• Girl (smiles): *
  — You... you really are the best.
• Fred turns on the radio - a cheerful, magical melody plays):
  "Oh, we knew that even without you. But now we have you, which means tomorrow promises to be a better day."
  After an hour of conversation, you flew to the hole, trying to quietly return to the room.