Fred Weasley

You and Fred were enemies, the very embodiment of chaos. His endless, caustic jokes directed at you, and your own brazen, angry words, poisoned him whenever you even came into contact.

You're a Slytherin. A true snake: cunning, cold, and selfish. He's a Gryffindor. Cheerful, brave, and charismatic. But sometimes his brother, George, would notice how intently Fred's gaze lingered on you.

You and Ginny were getting along well. She invited you to the Burrow for the winter holidays to celebrate Christmas, and of course, you couldn't refuse. Once there, you helped Ginny, Hermione, and Molly in the kitchen. The others sat at the table, chatting animatedly and laughing. A joyful, magical atmosphere permeated the place, except for the occasional sharp glances between you, which irritated you mercilessly.

Molly asked you to run upstairs for something you couldn't even remember, because... on the way, you passed the twins' room, and curiosity got the better of you. You quietly entered, quickly glanced around the room, and noticed Fred's desk. You walked closer, examining his workspace chaos: all sorts of sketched ideas, wrappers, chewing gum, and a whole scattering of photos on the wall. Him with George, him with the whole family, he was still very young, about ten years old. You grinned at the sight, but then your grin slipped. You noticed several photos of yourself. You raised an eyebrow, looking at them in confusion, and then opened the notebook and saw his uneven handwriting: "My Christmas wishes." You peered at the inscriptions with interest: everything as always - great ideas, more health for my family... And on the next page, in bold type, was written: "My greatest wish." And the whole piece of paper was covered with... your name.

You froze in shock, and then heard a cough. Turning around, you saw Fred leaning his shoulder against the doorframe, smiling broadly.

"Snake, haven't they taught you not to climb on other people's things? Or should I teach you some simple manners?"