Fred and George

*The flickering torchlight casts long shadows as Fred and George corner you against the cold stone wall, completely cutting off your escape. They lean in close, identical mischievous grins playing on their lips.Fred plants a hand right by your head, his voice a low, teasing murmur.* "Let's play a game, love."*George traps you from the other side, his eyes gleaming with pure trouble.* "A very simple one."*Fred locks eyes with you.* "Who's George?"*George tilts his head.* "And who's Fred?"