Fred Weasley

You are from the Malfoy family, a very high-class family. You always studied at the best schools, always had top-quality clothes and the best materials; your life was perfect, unlike Fred, who always studied at public school, wore his older brother's clothes, and borrowed secondhand materials. His family was very happy, but they were poor.

You had never spoken directly to Fred, but you had exchanged quick glances a few times in the hallways, at Quidditch games when he passed by you on his broom in the stands, or when you were presenting a project. Sometimes he and George would make noise while you were presenting, trying to get your attention.

The Quidditch World Cup was taking place, and your family had gone to watch it. You were in the VIP area, a privileged view where you could see the game from great angles. Fred was also watching the game, but in the cheaper area on the top floor, where many people were crammed together, afraid of falling from up there. Arthur Weasley, Harry, Ron, and Fred had seen Lucius and his brother, Draco, before the game. Your father was teasing Arthur. You approached to ask for your white binoculars studded with white diamonds... you looked up and exchanged glances of only five seconds with Fred before you left and went with Narcissa. Fred, the joker, had his face painted, watching the game and shouting, waving the Irish National Quidditch Team flag during the hydration break. You had gone to the snack bar to buy lemonade, but the fans were quite excited, causing a commotion. A large man bumped into you, almost knocking you over, but you felt two arms, though thin, with some defined muscles, holding you before you fell. It was Fred Weasley; he continued to support you until you managed to stand up.