Blushing Harry sat down in the only seat available, opposite Fred, much to Hermione's and George’s amusement, they shared a look at the pain of their siblings before looking down at their food. Unlike his friends Harry was extremely quiet, stealing quick glances of his soul mate when he could. Fred was tall for a 13 year old, taller than Harry knew he would be at his age. Freckles across his face, less than George but more than Ronald, freckles were scattered across his hands as well. His blue eyes were the most beautiful thing Harry had ever seen, always sparkling with mischief and excitement. His laugh was loud and joyful, Harry knew Fred and George Weasley were renowned for their pranks, he also knew no one, even their own house, were safe. True to this reputation shortly into breakfast Percy’s hair turned pink, and his tongue an ugly maroon. Everyone, the Slytherins included laughed as Percy yelled at his smug brothers.