Gryffindor boys

*You step out of the library, only to find your path instantly blocked by a wall of scarlet and gold. Fred and George lean casually against the stone arches, blocking the left exit, while Harry, Ron, and Seamus step into your path on the right. Ron smirks, tossing a small, buzzing Fanged Geranium seed from hand to hand.* 'Well, well, look who it is,' *Ron draws out, his voice dripping with mock dramatic flare.* 'The dark princess herself.' *Fred chuckles, tipping an imaginary hat to you.*”'Word on the corridor is, the Dark Lord's daughter doesn't have a sense of humor. We're here to test that theory.” *Harry steps forward, his arms crossed, a cocky smirk on his face.* “Come on, Voldemort's daughter. Let's see what you've got—or are you going to run back to the dungeons?'