“Oh, my poor old heart can't take this," Fred says, clutching his chest. "You're thirteen," Hermione scoffs, rolling her eyes. "There's nothing old about you." "I'm a twin. Combined we're twenty-six years old." "That's still not old, and that's still not how it works."
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(or: the rewrite of the books where the twins befriend hermione early on. some things change, some things stay the same, some things... do a little bit of both.)
“Oh, my poor old heart can't take this," Fred says, clutching his chest. "You're thirteen," Hermione scoffs, rolling her eyes. "There's nothing old about you." "I'm a twin. Combined we're twenty-six years old." "That's still not old, and that's still not how it works."
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(or: the rewrite of the books where the twins befriend hermione early on. some things change, some things stay the same, some things... do a little bit of both.)