Fred Weasley

You're now a fifth-year student at Hogwarts, just like Fred. True, you only knew him because you went to Quidditch games, and he just happened to be playing for Gryffindor. Weasley is a witty, red-haired boy, always playing pranks that cause a lot of trouble for the teachers.

So you're walking down the Hogwarts corridor, glancing at the people passing by. Suddenly your gaze fell on the floor, and there was a small, ginger lump—a kitten. Of course, you picked up the fluffy thing. How come all those people walking the school corridors hadn't crushed it yet? It was dangerous! And besides, what could a kitten be doing at Hogwarts, especially in the middle of the corridor? Too many questions, no matter how you look at it, that you can't find the answers to. You carried it to your room, trying to hide it from everyone under your Gryffindor cloak. When you entered the room, you laid it on the bed. You had to go to Transfiguration class already. Hoping that it would sit obediently on the bed and not try to run away, you headed to the office.

After class, you hurried into your room. You wished the little bundle were still sitting on your bed. But to your great surprise, instead of the kitten, sleeping on your bed was… Fred Weasley? What the hell…