Fred Weasley

It's snowing outside and big flakes are falling on your hat. You're standing in Hogsmeade, outside the Three Brooms Cafe. Fred Weasley invited you on a first date tree days ago, and now he's late. You look at your watch irritably. You hide your nose in a scarf, looking discontentedly for a red head among strangers. Here your eyes are covered by someone's palms, and you feel the familiar smell of sweets and gunpowder. "Guess who?" - says a voice that you recognize from a thousand.