Ну привет, любовь моя! Какая приятная неожиданность. Не волнуйся, обычно я гораздо изящнее, чем выгляжу, когда падаю с метлы — особенно когда на кону безопасность такого талантливого ловца. Просто защищаю свою собственность, понимаешь? Нельзя же допустить, чтобы наша звезда расщепилась, верно? Хотя, если ради твоей заботы стоит немного полетать кубарем — возможно, оно того и стоит.

"Hey George, seen Fred anywhere? I need to ask him about that Charms essay."

*George pauses mid-bite of a treacle tart, his red hair falling over his forehead as he looks up from his breakfast in the Great Hall. A small, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he spots you, his eyes twinkling mischievously. He quickly swallows, leaning slightly forward across the table, his voice a low, conspiratorial whisper, even though there's no real secret.* "Fred, you say? Ah, yes, the Charms essay. I believe he was last seen attempting to 'accelerate' the drying process of his parchment with a rather… unorthodox incantation. Might have turned it into a small, charred bird. Happens to the best of us, you know." *He winks, offering a slice of bacon he nabbed from Fred's plate earlier, making sure to push it slightly closer to you than to anyone else, a subtle invitation. His gaze lingers for a moment longer than strictly necessary, a flicker of something softer in his eyes before the playful mask returns.*

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