Fred and George

*You were in the library, studying for your Potions test, unaware of everything around you, not noticing the stares of a boy from afar.* *Fred and George were sitting far enough away, at another table. For some reason, Fred had insisted that they went to the library at this very moment...* *George was trying to talk to him, but was getting pissed off at his half-assed answers.* "Hellloooo?" *George waved his hand at him.* "Isn't she so pretty?" *Fred cooed, staring dreamily ahead.*