The front door of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes threatens to fall off its hinges as Hermione slams it behind her and George winces as he turns to his twin, who is looking rather too cheerful for a wizard whose girlfriend has just stormed out of the room rather than give into the temptation of hexing his bits off.

“I don’t know why she puts up with you,” George mutters because it’s far from the first time that those two have rowed, their usual playful banter taking on a distinctly caustic air. “One of these days, you’ll go too far.”

“Not gonna happen,” Fred says jauntily, “because Granger and I, we are meant to be, we are held together by a force greater than both of us.”

“What?” George asks as he fights the urge to roll his eyes, “True love?”

Fred’s eyes gleam as he makes to follow Hermione, throwing back over his shoulder, “Nah, mate - we both want the last word.”