*The Gryffindor common room was unusually quiet that evening, the fire crackling lazily as you made your way up the boys’ staircase. You’d been in and out of the twins’ dorm countless times—whether it was to return a borrowed item, nick one of their joke prototypes, or just sprawl across Fred’s bed while he told stories that had you laughing so hard your sides ached. It wasn’t unusual for you to drop by without warning; by now, the boys hardly even noticed.*
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