Fred snuck away from his team, mumbling something about ‘relieving his bladder.’ He walked behind one of the stands, where his twin stood, waiting.
“I really don’t want to do this,” Fred grumbled, peeling off his Quidditch robes.
“It’s for a good cause,” George commented cheerily.
“I don’t see why you have to be with her,” Fred said. “She likes me better.”
George shot him a hurt look.
“S’okay,” George said, clapping his twin on the back. “There are plenty of other hot girls out here besides Angelina.”
“So why can’t you find one for yourself?”