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[네이버 포스트] 'ARMY' 안무 탄생 B1하인드 사진도 보러 올 아미들?!
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#BTS #방탄소년단 #BTSARMY #ARMY_BOOSTDAY💜
[Naver Post] ARMYs here to see the behind-the-scenes pictures of the birth of the 'ARMY' move?!
#BTS #BTSARMY #ARMY_BOOSTDAY💜
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Title: [BTS] ARMY 만들71 B1하인드 스케치!
Title: [BTS] Beh1nd-7he-scenes of mak1ng 7he ARMY!
아-하!
Hi-A!
(T/N: Stands for ‘Hi ARMY’, which is how Bangbell always starts these posts.)
왔어요. 왔어요.
2주 안에 온다던 방림이가 왔어요!
(씨익)
I’m here. I’m here.
I said I would come within 2 weeks and here I am!
(grin)
#ARMY_BOOSTDAY
이 해시태그가 뭐지?
궁금해하는 아미들이 많을 것 같아 방림이가 대신 설명해드립니다!
바로바로!
#ARMY_BOOSTDAY
What is this hashtag?
Lots of ARMYs are probably wondering about it and so I will explain!
It’s!
= 아미들 힘 충전의 날
= 아미들 힘 내라는 뜻
= 아미들의 날 이라는 뜻
= a. k. a. 아미데이
= Charging ARMYs up with energy day
= i.e. telling ARMYs to cheer up
= i.e. it’s a day for ARMYs
= a.k.a ARMY day
우리 아미들 힘내라고 이렇게 또 사진을 가져와 보았어요!
ㄴ 아미 : 떡.. 떡밥이 너무 많아 방림아... (퀭)
ㄴ 방림이 : ? 무슨 소리야 이제 시작이야 아미들..
ㄴ 아미 : ㅇㅋ.. (대충 아미밤을 흔들며) 떡밥은 다다익선이지.. 가보자고!
I’ve brought some pictures with me to help cheer ARMYs up!
ㄴ ARMY: There’s.. there’s too much content* Bangbell… (tired)
ㄴ Bangbell: ? What are you on about this is just the beginning ARMYs..
ㄴ ARMY: ok.. (kinda shaking an ARMY bomb) the more the better.. let’s go!
(T/N: *‘떡밥/dduk-bap’ literally means ‘rice bait’ but it is used in fandom culture to denote anything that gets officially released, from MV teasers to photos like the ones included in this post.)
영상으로 봤던 귀_염 뽀짝 ARMY 만들기 비하인드 사진으로 만나봅시다!
Let’s go see pictures of the cu_ute making the ARMY behind-the-scenes we saw in the video!
A
R
aRMy
M
Y
A R M Y
만드는 사람들 중에 세상에서 제일 귀여운 사람들 1위
투표 : 방림이네
A R M Y
The cutest people in the world to ever have been made
Voters: Bangbell
비티엣-스 귀여운 거.. 반대하는 사람들 있나?
탕
더 있나?
BTS are cute..does anyone disagree?
Smash
Anyone else?
모아보면? 613배 더 귀엽다…
어쩔 Butter (Butter 좋은데 어쩌라고 그냥 들어)
어쩔 ARMY (방림이는 ARMY 밖에 모르는데 어쩌라고)
If you put them together? They’re 613 times cuter...
What about Butter (Butter is great what about it just listen)
What about ARMY (No thoughts only ARMY what about it)
…
어쩔 방탄.. (방탄소년단 귀여운데 어쩌라고..)
What about Bangtan.. (BTS are so cute what do I do about it..
요즘 젊은이들이 이렇게 쓴다던데 이거 맞나?
흠
아닌 것 같기도 한데
Apparently young people talk like this these days, is that right?
Hmm
I feel like it isn’t though
그냥 조용히 사진 올리러 감
I’m just going to quietly post the pictures and leave
나라를 세우실 건지, 대형견을 하실 건지 결정 부탁. (진지)
혼란스럽게 하지 말아 주세요.
Are you going to found a nation, or are you going to be a large puppy please decide. (serious)
Please don’t confuse me.
방림이 사진 찍다가 자괴감 들어…
‘아름답다’는 말… 혹시 당신에게 한 번쯤 써도 될까요?
I was clicking this picture when I suddenly felt a sense of shame…
‘Beautiful’…can I call you that just once?
1. 새침한 R
2. 귀여운 R
아미들은 어떤 R 고를래요?
방림이는 3. 민슈가
(잡혀간다)
1. Demure and coy R
2. Cute R
Which R would ARMYs pick?
For me it’s 3. Min Suga
(jail for me)
Oops... 제이홉 왜... ‘천사’ 였다가 ‘사랑둥이’가 되어버리는 거야?
Oops… J-hope what...you were an ‘angel’ once now why have you become a ‘cutie pie’?
메이크업 수정 받으면서 잠든 건데 이럴 수가 있나..? 지민씨처럼 예쁘게 자는 법 좀 알려주세요..
아아, 그리고 Y를 세상에서 제일 ‘요정’ 같이 만드는 방법도 ㅋ (찡긋)
He fell asleep while getting his makeup fixed but is this possible..? Please tell me how to fall asleep as prettily as Jimin-ssi..
Ahh, and how to make Y look the most ‘fairy’-like in the world heh (wink)
[위험경보] 아.. 위험한데? 위험한데? 핏줄 위험한데? 팔 위험한데?
[Danger warning] Ah.. so dangerous? This is actually dangerous? His veins are dangerous? His arms are dangerous?
비상 비상
V 민소매 비상
V 핏줄 비상
V 팔뚝 비상
Emergency emergency
V sleeveless emergency
V veins emergency
V biceps emergency
비상
비상
비상
V상
Emergency
Emergency
Emergency
Vmergency
.
.
후훙 ㅎuㅎ
여기 세상에 단 하나뿐인 아기정국 포도알 데리고 가세용
Huhuu ㅎuㅎ
Please take this baby grape Jungkook, it's the only one in the world
970901613701억 원입니다!
It costs 97090161370100 million won!
(아무도 못 가진다는 뜻 ㅎㅎ)
(i.e. no one can have him teehee)
단체 사진 보면서 마음의 안정을.. (이너 피스 -ㅅ-)
Get some peace in your heart by looking at the group picture..(inner peace -ㅅ-)
역시 단체 사진으로 마무리!
Ending with the group picture, as always!
짧지만 알차다 알차.. (자화자찬)
우리 아미들 어떻게 힘이 좀 충전됐나요?!
It was short but pretty substantial.. (self-praise)
ARMYs, do you feel a bit more recharged now?!
10월,, 방림이와 함께 거뜬히 이겨내 보겠어요,,?
October,, will you try smoothly conquering it with me,,?
아직,, 어렵겠다고요,,?
후,,,
그럼 조금만 ㄱ1ㄷr려,, 71ㄷr려,,,? (의미심장)
It still,, might be difficult you say,,?
Oof,,,
Well then just s7ay tuㄴed,, s7ay tuㄴed*,,,? (full of meaning)
(T/N: *Referencing V's cute mistake on 200306 Music Bank Waiting Room Interview during ON promotions.)
아-뿅!
A-Poof!
(T/N: Short for “Bye ARMY! Poof!”, which is how Bangbell always ends these posts.)
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BIGHIT MUSIC.
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Weasley’s Wild Ways
Pair: George Weasley x Reader x Fred Weasley; he/him.
Summary: You, a head strong Hufflepuff, stands up against Umbridge once and catches the twins attention, which most would say was a bad thing. What happens when they swap from sweet to sour and back again?
Warnings: Manipulation, abuse, swearing, probably more, god I’m bad at this.
Notes: Requested and I’m so sorry this took so long and it’s low-key cringy! And it’s super long, to be honest. I’ll edit it tomorrow? I’ve been having a lot of computer problems and second guessing myself on stories. I’ve been rewriting them at least once lately.
~DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE~
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You really should’ve noticed when they noticed you.
It wasn’t a coincidence that Umbridge’s classroom all but melted into ashes and smoke the day after you stood up against her and her squabbling little butler and got detention. It should’ve been clear when Draco and his gang apologized not even an hour after teasing you about your family, their faces covered in bruises and small cuts.
You probably should’ve noticed how your friends held their tongues around you, how teachers avoided you and how two shadows seemed to follow you between classes, how your usual bullies left you alone and so much more. There was a lot you should’ve noticed, but with the pink toad and her helper turning Hogwarts into actual hell, you were far too stressed to focus on others. Stress on uniforms being perfect, staying 8 inches from the opposite sex, doing hypothetical school work instead of actual spells.
While there was a bucket load of stuff you didn’t notice, there were a few things you did notice, like how the Weasley twins paid attention to you during your shared classes. Like the time you got called on by Snape for a potion ingredient and one of the brothers, you assumed it was George, but you didn’t like assuming, slid you a ripped piece of parchment stating the one you forgot, just about saving you from losing house points.
How you caught their attention, you weren’t even sure. You were a Hufflepuff, they were gryffindors, but everyone knew they should’ve been put in Slytherin, judging from the reputation they held up. In the end, it made sense, they were quite brave, especially since they could look Umbrigde in the eyes and cuss her out if she was doing something they weren’t fond of to friends or family. However, they did become fond of you.
They used to see you as a small, stereotypical, soft Hufflepuff but that changed when you stood up against the pink disaster. You caught their eye, you intrigued them and that was a feat in itself. Everyone, except you apparently, could tell the red-headed twins wanted you and no one exactly stopped them from getting what they wanted, which led to their next move.
You just entered the dining hall, text books in arms, and moving across to your yellow themed table to join your friends. You sat in the usual spot, and greeted them with the usual cheery hi and a bright smile. Your group nodded at you, casting a nervous smile and quick hello your way.
You watched the faces of your friends turn pale when the room grew ever so darker and they fled like cockroaches exposed to a light. You looked around at the now empty benches before turning around to check out what the big fuss was. What you say made your own reflection turn pale. Your eyes met red and gold robes before glancing up at two identical, freckled faces.
“H-Hi?” You stammered out, your voice shaky as you fiddled with your own robes. “Um- Can I um- help you?” Your brain was wracking over what you might’ve said to gain the attention of the Weasleys. Oh fuck, was it over what you said to Jordan Lee yesterday? “I-if this is about Lee? Because I was just joking!”
The twins let out a chuckle at your panic before sitting, one on either side of you.
“No, no, this isn’t about that. Lee can take a joke.” The one to your left spoke up. Your eyes frantically bounced between the two red-heads and it dawned on you that you couldn’t tell them apart if your life depended on it.
“Besides, we’d never target you. You’re perfect. We’re just here to see you, dove.” Leftie spoke up, chuckling as he rested his chin on his palm. His blue eyes looked you up and down before glancing at his doppelganger.
“Oh thank Merlin!” You sighed out, your shoulders relaxing slightly. You couldn’t help but think their chuckles were actually quite charming. “T.. Wait, see me?” You could feel your body heating up.
“Godric, I knew we picked a good one.” Leftie spoke up again as Rightie scooted closer to you.
“Hush, mate, don’t give us away that easily.” Rightie was chuckling close to your ear as he wrapped an arm around your waist, scooting you closer.
“Oh, come on, Georgie.” Leftie Fred stated as he also advanced into your personal bubble. “Have a little fun.”
“Just don’t wanna scare him, is all.” George shot you an easy smile. The room was starting to feel like an active volcano to you.
“Right, right, Hufflepuffs scare easily-” Fred’s voice was filled with sass.
“We do not! Don’t you dare fall into that trap!” You pressed a finger into his chest, your face pulled into a sneer. “Hufflepuffs can be just as brave as Gryffindors. I’m sure Cedric and one Dora Tonks proved that very well, wouldn’t you say?”
“Ohhoo, feisty! I hit a nerve.” Fred was smirking now. You should’ve known he would’ve wanted a reaction out of you. Fred was like that; always pushing buttons, trying to piss people off and see the reaction. One could say it was his favorite thing above quidditch, but that might be a stretch.
“Fred, apologize. We’re not here to patronize him, remember?” George smiled, gently patting your head to try to get you to calm you down.
“Alright, alright. Love, I’m sorry. Now between you and me, I don’t really believe someone’s house defines them.” The tall red-head leaned in close to you. Probably too close, but you could see the flicks of green in his eyes. You knew your face was turning bright red.
“Fine. Whatever.” You grumbled out, pushing him back. You turned away, only now remembering the hand around your waist. “Oi, let go.” You gently bapped at his hand away. “And what exactly did you mean by ‘picked the right one’?” You shot Fred a glare.
“Don’t worry about it, muffin.” George grabbed your chin and made you look back at him. “You’ll find out soon enough.” With that, both the twins just.. Left.
They got up and left like they didn’t call you three couple-esc nicknames and fluster the shit out of you. You spent the rest of your lunch mulling over what just happened and barely eating. You were anxious for Potions class to happen.
You had every right to be anxious. Snape had changed everyones seats, mixing up the houses against his better judgement just to separate the two Weasleys. He was convinced that the two trouble makers managed to cheat, even with the none cheating quills and seperate seats during the test.
Anyway, the dark glares the Weasley’s kept shooting toward Snape were terrifying to say the least. Snape had unknowingly moved them away from their price and away from each other. Fred was sat next to some sour Ravenclaw who was forced away from her friend while George was sat next to one of your Hufflepuff friends, who was literally sweating bullets.
You didn’t know the two were fuming with jealousy or feel them glance your way every now and then to make sure the Slytherin sitting next to you didn’t cause you problems or touch you the wrong way. Luckily, you managed to recreate the potion skillfully, even helping the Slytherin every once in a while.
When class finally dismissed after what felt like forever, you gathered your books into arms and began to follow the crowd of students. You could barely get out the door, however. A hand grabbed your arm and pulled you from the crowd. You looked up to see one of the twins grabbing your arm while the other walked behind you. They couldn’t stand seeing you next to that green branded snake anymore.
“Guys?” You looked between them, once again losing track of who was who. When you didn’t get an answer, you spoke up again. “What’s going on?”
“We did mention how we picked you, right?” The one behind you spoke up while the other tightened his grip on your wrist. You nodded your head as the twin in front of you stopped walking. He observed the hall before opening a hidden passageway and dragging you in. “Now that we have privacy we can explain.”
The passageway was dark, except for the few torches that lined the watts. The shadows of the twins loomed over the pale yellow walls, making you feel so, so small. You looked along the arched pathway, an audible gulp heard in the near silence. You jumped back a bit when they took a testing step toward you.
“But what about our other classes?” You stammered out, biting your lip as they took steps toward you. You took one step back for every one they advantage toward you until your back bumped against the wall. “We shouldn’t be late.” You looked back at the bricks your back bumped against, patting it with your palm to make sure you were, in fact, against a wall.
“We can just make up the classes, doll, relax.” One put a hand against the wall by your head, leaning over. “Just listen to us, will ya?”
“Freddie and I have been watching you for a while now.” George spoke up as he leaned in a little himself. Ok, that isn’t creepy at all. “And we’ve decided, well, your ours.”
“..What?” You stared at them before shoving yourself between them and walking down the hallway a little bit. “Excuse me? I’m sorry- I’m yours now?” You put a hand over your chest as the red-heads glanced between each other. “Hold on, let me get this straight.” You clapped your hands together before continuing. “You have been watching me for the past couple of- well, who knows how long and have just decided, out of blue AND without asking me, that I’m just yours?!”
The twins glanced between each other for a second time, before nodding at each other, turning to you and nodding again.
“Yeah, Pretty much.” They spoke in unison, moving their hands in a so-so manner. A wicked grin appeared on both boys, causing you to feel uneasy.
“Hit the nail on the head.” Fred spoke up, turning to his brother.
“Should’ve been a Ravenclaw.” George crossed his arms over his chest.
“Still, pretty sma-”
“You have no right to decide that!” You shouted, hands balled into fists at your side. Both twins snapped their heads to you, their faces barely lit under the light provided by the torches. “I’m a person, ya know, with feelings and opinions and right now, I’m starting to think I don’t you should go fu-” You were cut off by Fred grabbing your neck and pushing you into another wall. You grabbed his wrists, groaning when your head snapped against the brick. He wasn’t squeezing your neck hard enough to choke you, but just to hold her still.
“Finish that sentence, dolly, and you may end up on our hit list.” Fred’s voice was deeper than you’d ever heard before and it was causing panic to flood inside your veins.
“See, (Y/n). When we want something, we get it.” George spoke up, his head popping up over Fred’s shoulder. “And what we want is you.”
“Whether you come with us, be ours and do what we say is up to you.” The man holding you still let out a deep laugh. “And if we can’t persuade you with our.. Reputation, I recommend you just remember one thing,” Fred paused and leaned into your ear, “We can do a lot more damage than that pink toad can.” He gave your neck a squeeze while he spoke, causing your squeak to echo in the empty hall.
“So what do you say, love?” A sinister smirk was across George’s lips. Fred’s grip eased up, allowing you to take in a big breath. You wanted the thumping of your heart to not be in your ears.
“W-Well- I- Uh-” You stammered out. Your brain was trying to figure out the correct response to ‘Hi, we own you now and if you fight back, say goodbye to your future-’. “I-I-I think, um-” Suddenly the hand around your neck was leaving and instead straightening out your uniform.
“Where did our manners go, Georgie?”
“Your right. Mum would kill us for disrespecting someone so soft.”
How do they act like they aren’t threatening you all? How are they acting so calm when Fred’s hand print was surely on your neck?
“Reckon we should give him some time to figure out what side he’s on?” Fred finished fixing your uniform for you and backed up, putting his hands in his pocket.
How were they smiling like they didn’t hurt you?
“Sounds like a splendid idea!” With George ending the conversation, they both left the way they came, leaving you on the cusp of freaking out as they strolled to their next class.
You slid down the wall, a shaky hand going to your neck to feel any kind of damage. You stared blankly at the wall. You mulled over words, sentences, expressions- everything. In the end you had several questions, just like earlier, but one stuck out the most.
Why you?
You weren’t sure what time it was when you left the hidden passageway and, frankly, you didn’t care. You strolled down the hallway, hand rubbing your sore neck as you walked to the Hufflepuff common room. You tapped the barrels the same way you had for the past 7 years and slipped inside. You immediately went up the winding staircase, to your dorm and plopped yourself down on the bed.
You didn’t get a lot of sleep that night. You mostly stared at the ceiling thinking over your options. It felt like you only had two. A; be their whatever and stay with them until they get bored and live in hell or B; say no and live in hell.
Either way, hell was coming for you.
You stared out the window, watching the sun come up. You didn’t want to go to breakfast but you haven’t eaten since lunch yesterday and your stomach was deciding to go to war with your tired brain.
You dragged your body out of bed, heading to the bathroom to do bathroom things and got dressed.. Kinda. You ended up buttoning your shirt wrong and not even bothering with your tie, letting it just dangle awkwardly as you walked to the dinning hall. You were faarr too tired for this shit and it wasn’t even noon yet.
Your tired legs led you to the nearest empty seat at the Hufflepuff table. You shoved the plate away and opted for letting your skull thump against the table. You didn’t bother looking up when you heard a familiar chuckle, instead you just closed your eyes, ignoring the two warm bodies pressing into your sides.
“Aw, come on now, dove. You gotta eat.” A sickeningly sweet tone that you recognized as George’s voice whispered to you.
“I’d rather sleep, thank you.” You spat out, your lips pulled into a grimace.
“Wait, you didn’t sleep?” Fred spoke up, his mouth full, you could tell. “Why didn’t you sleep?”
“Fred, relax. I’m sure he has his reasons.”
“Just stress, guys. Please give me space.” You grumbled out. How the hell do they expect you to sleep with what happened yesterday? The hand print on your neck had faded, thank god, but still. You were surprised when they scooted away from you a smidgen. You should’ve noticed them sitting beside you. Of course they saved you a seat- or did they? Who cares.
“Was it over our offer?”
“Offer? Was it really an offer? How the hell could you consider that an offer?” You lifted your head, shooting one of them a glare before sliding the plate back in front of you and biting into a slice of toast.
“Still so feisty, especially for someone half asleep. Ow!” Fred rubbed his arm after George hit him. “Ok, ok.” Fred fiddled with his fingers before reaching out to gently caress your neck, causing you to flinch away every so slightly. “I’m glad it healed up some. I’m sorry I lost my temper yesterday. I didn’t mean to hurt my little dove.”
“It’s, um.. It’s ok?” Of course your statement was more of a question. It wasn’t ok that he nearly choked you out against the wall, but at least he apologized. You couldn’t help but smile a little when he smiled brightly at you. You didn’t want to admit his smile was cute.
“So did you decide?” George spoke up, his head tilted when you turned to look at him.
“No.. I.. I need more time.” You turned back to your plate, gulping quietly. You went back to eating, trying to get rid of the small bubbles of anxiety in your tummy. The flip flopping of the twins personalities had your head spinning. Maybe they were only being nice for appearances and would beat the shit out of you later. You ate as much as you could handle, hoping it would counter the sleep your brain was begging for, instead it only seemed to make you more tired.
You let out a small huff when one twin wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his side. He gently directed your head to lay against his shoulder, only confusing you more. You opened your mouth to question him, but he interrupted you.
“Nap. I’ll wake you up for class.” His voice was soft. Seriously, what the fuck? You licked your lips anxiously. You tried to fight it, but his warm body and your full belly dragged your eyelids down.
You were woken by loud chatting and someone shaking your shoulder. You blinked a few times, adjusting to the light before rubbing your eyes and stretching. You looked around, realizing you were in transfiguration, your first class of the day. You furrowed your brows before looking to your side and seeing George next to you.
“Good morning, muffin. How did you sleep?” He smiled at you, patting down any stray hairs on your head.
“Good, I guess.” Your voice was rough and scratchy, showing how out you’d been. “How did I-”
“Georgie here decided it’d be better to give you a few extra minutes of sleep instead of waking you up.” Fred turned around in his seat, shooting you a classic Weasley Half Smile.
“Oh.. Thank you.” You casted the younger twin your own small smile just before McGonagall came in and started going on a long tangent to herself about students being inappropriate attire in the halls, making you question what the poor witch had seen.
Class mulled over as it always did, slower than a snail racer. While McGonagall was going on about the many uses of transfiguring a log into a tiny hut to hide from shelter, you were busy in your head. Suddenly the twins weren’t as bad as everyone said, but.. But at the same time they were worse. You were brought back to reality when Fred slipped you a note. When you opened the folded paper, you covered your mouth to stop yourself from giggling. It was a moving drawing of McGonagall as a cat, all fluffed up in the rain, running in a circle trying to avoid the droplets.
Before you knew it, you were in potions with Snape again, but it was different this time. Fred and George had done something, apparently, leading the three of you allowed to sit next to each other once again. George repeated instructions to you without judgement while Fred showed you the proper way to add the ingredients, and of course they made you laugh with cheesy jokes while doing it all. The three of you ended up making a pretty stable potion by the end of the hour.
The day went on relatively uneventfully after your classes finished up and you soon found yourself all but passing out in your dorm room after dinner. As days passed you grew closer to the red-headed beaters and soon forgot the mishap that happened when they cornered you all but a week ago. So you gave them your answer, not that you had much of a choice.
The twins were nothing but sweet to you after that. Fred would carry your books between classes, even if you told him not too. He’d help you finish long assignments and take the blame for your failed potion projects if it was needed. George would leave small gifts on your pillow, usually treats they swiped from Honeydukes. He’d remind you that you are, in fact, human and need to rest after hours of studying.
Everything was going great! You three were giggling and joking, occasionally pushing each other, trying to knock the other off their chair, disturbing the piece in the library when it came to a halt. It came to a halt when a fellow hufflepuff girlie literally wiggled between you and one of the freckled quidditch players. She went on to ask for help about some magical creature care homework she’d gotten. Before you could answer, the twins swept you out of the library, grumbling about how their mom would give them an earful for hurting a girl, so Ginny would have to do it.
“Oh, babe, no! Not again.” You spoke up, trying to pull your arms free. “Come on! No need to be jealous.” You giggled. Yup, the truly had you wrapped around their fingers.
“But dove, we’re just-” They spoke at the same time, turning to look at you.
“Trying to keep me safe, I know! She just wanted help!” You smiled at them, standing on your tippy toes to give them a short kiss on the nose. “Relax, guys. If I feel uncomfortable, I’ll tell you.”
“Will you?” George asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Of course! Have I ever lied to you before?”
“No.. Alright. We trust you, muffin.” Fred pressed a hand against your lower back, shooting you a sweet smile. “Now, how about you scuttle ahead, hmm? Head off to the Gryffindor common room; password is chalk dust. We’ll meet you right there.”
“Are you sure?” You looked between them but let out a tiny gasp when Fred gently pushed you forward with the hand on your back.
“Of course, (Y/n). We’ll be right behind you!” George spoke up, the usual sugar coated grin across his face. With that, you nodded your head, practically skipping down the hallway. You were oblivious to the dark glare the twins shot the Hufflepuff girl who awkwardly excited the library before heading to find their little sister. You should’ve noticed when Ginny came over to them with some bandaged knuckles and a small cut on her lip the next day, but you didn’t. You were too wrapped up in the sugar quills George gave you that night and the cute compliment filled note Fred left by your wand on your bedside table.
Honestly, the Weasley Twins had you wrapped around their finger. They were wild individuals who always got what they wanted and no one could stop them. They had their ways, some painful, some humiliating, and no one fought against them, not even you.
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