Tilting her head back, Fred bellowed, "Twistie." Harry looked around, in surprise. To moments later, hear a familiar KRACK, as a house-elf apparated into Fred's dorm room.
"Ma... Mistress Fred." He bowed low, with a theatrical wave of his hand as he bent. He seemed completely unfazed by the switched sex of his summoner. Harry recalled the secret raids on the kitchens, and realised the twins had made connections with even the house elves.
"Two hot chocolates, for us ladies of leisure." Fred smirked, resting a hand in her bust, before sweeping it wide to include Harry. "and some snacks..." she called as the house elf disappeared.
Questions raced through Harry's mind, before being uttered, they were scattered as Twistie KRACKED back into the room. A silver platter held before him, with a porcelain plate with a selection of biscuits displayed in a wide arc.
"Mistress Fred." he bowed, handing the steaming mug over. Again appearing eager to serve and delighted to be appreciated. Taking the steaming mug, he toasted Harry as Twistie lowered the plate and biscuits onto a convenient bedside table. "Thank you, Twistie. Excellent service as ever."
He handed Harry her mug with as much generosity. Harry's heart warmed to hear the sincere gratitude from Fred. A smile playing timidly at the corners of her mouth.
Harry raised his mug, to toast Twistie too. "Yup, Thank you, Twinkie."
"Mistress Harry." He silently mouthed, apparently as overawed by her grace as Dobby. She added before the house-elf could vanish with a smile from ear to ear.
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