You may notice I've changed the name. Eurydice might be a little too abstract for most people as Greek mythology goes, and this felt better anyway.

Hope you like this chapter, it's appropriate for Valentines day.

*Grins in anticipation*

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Fred stretched, enjoying the feel of his Hogwarts four poster, and the cotton against his skin. George shifted and yawned beside him. Yes, they shared a bed. No, it wasn't romantic or sexual, it was just something they always did that was comfortable.
"Happy birthday." Muttered George sleepily, though there was a laugh at the edge of his tone and Fred scowled.
It had always been a bit of a competition who could congratulate the other first, and annoyingly George almost always won.
"Happy birthday my fellow April fool." He returned with a grin.

They'd discovered their birthday fell on a muggle pranking holiday - the existence of which proved muggle superiority in their opinion - and had never forgotten how perfect it was, even if no one else knew it in the wizard world.
George leaned over to look at the pile of presents between their beds, and, grasping for his wand, began casting the usual diagnostic spells. People enjoyed attempting revenge on their birthday, so it was always worth checking the presents before opening them.
"All clear." Muttered George in mild surprise. "Even Lee's."
"Damn, playing nice for our coming of age? Any chance he found a higher level of concealment charm?"
"Not likely with how busy it's been this year."
"Well then..."
George mirrored his smirk, "we'll just have to make up for the lack of pranks ourselves."

They both got up, stretching the stiffness from their bodies, and tugging on jumpers to combat the early morning chill. Settling on the floor they immediately noticed the odd ones out.
As Delphi had pointed out, they didn't exactly help people tell them apart, so usually even their presents from family and friends were labelled to the both of them.
Acting identical had really grown as a defence mechanism, since if they always acted the same, they could blame people misnaming them on their acting skills...and not people not caring to know them well enough to tell apart.

But there, in tasteful purple (George's favourite colour) and green (Fred's not that he'd tell anyone), were two presents for them individually.
They could guess who they were from, and though their fingers itched to unwrap them immediately, they set out to open all the others first.

It turned out Lee really had found a higher level of concealment charm, resulting in both of them being covered in glittery neon pink paint, which even after thorough showers and scourgifys, left their hair slightly more magenta and sparkly than usual. The rest of their gifts ranged from books, to sweets, to prank supplies, along with identical study planners from their mother which would have put a downer on their moods if Delphi's gifts weren't sitting between them, with no more obstacles left.

Their eyes met, then they lunged, grabbing their respective gifts and tearing off the wrapping with enthusiasm.
Inside George's lay a letter, a book on potions he was pretty sure could only be found in the restricted section and a mysterious box. Fred also got a letter, a box and a book, but the last was a rather old and shady book...on self transfiguration including Animagi.
The books were treasures that went far beyond what they'd expected as gifts, and they both reached for the boxes with nervous anticipation, opening them to find sets of glasses...not unlike the ones they often saw Luna wearing.

"Maybe the letters explain?" Suggested George dryly.
Fred nodded and unfolded his parchment, his thumb brushing over her delicate script in purple ink.

Happy Birthday Fred,
I hope I don't need to tell you that no one can find that book I'm lending you. I'm sorry I can't give it to you but it's from the Lovegood library (what remains after my aunt Fiadh's great drinking spree of 1927) and not mine to give permanently, but it's yours for as long as you need.
As for the glasses...they're a little special. Luna wears a prototype, but these have the latest updates I made to the runic array. I won't give it all away, but if there's somewhere you want to go, or something you want to find, they can guide you there. They are designed to look so wacky so no one will suspect they are as valuable and powerful as they are.
I know I have odd moments outside of the familial norm, and I'm sorry if I worry you. I wish I could explain myself but I am unable to.
I hope that won't stop our friendship, it is one of the greatest things I have.
I wish you many laughs and much chaos,
Delphi

He looked up at the same time George did, his freckles bright against his flushed cheeks.
"Friendship." He grumbled.
"One of the greatest things she has." Shot back Fred, and smiled brightly before picking up his set of glasses curiously. The glasses themselves were as wacky as she had said, his appearing to be green ducks with orange pentagon spots and purple wellington boots and goggles...but there, inlaid finely on the inside of the frame were delicately carved runes.
"Blimey." Murmured George staring at his own fish themed purple glasses, and Fred couldn't help but agree. They genuinely had no idea what runic language it was. She was very talented.
"Well here goes nothing!"
Fred put on the glasses, the world tinting green. He looked over at George wearing a purple tinted version, "I think what I want most right now is to find the person who gave me these."
Immediately purple and gold arrows appeared on the floor of their dorm room, leading out.
"Did yours do that?" He asked his brother.
George whooped, "let's go find her!"

"April fools Fred, George..." Murmured a half conscious Lee Jordan.
Fred ignored him, too excited, and George only patted their friend on the head before following his brother out the door.

Arrows all colours of the rainbow led them out onto the corridor along with phantom forms of magical creatures, guiding them toward the ground floor.
Students were staring at them, but anyone who frowned judgementally suddenly had a purple moustache or green eyelashes. Fred wondered if the glasses were sentient or something, the way Hogwarts transformed with them on, was wicked.
They darted past Severus Snape, donning small red and gold bat wings and past the great hall doors (which had eyes, one winking at them), toward the entrance hall and out into the spring sunshine.

They found her at the black lake, book in hand, gazing out over the water. Her hair was in a french plait and her eyes lost in a deep thought. She wore a full length navy skirt and an orange and blue stripy knitted turtle neck, and she was perfect.
Okay, maybe Fred was a bit overwhelmed and emotional, but it was his birthday.

"Delphi!" He roared, giving her barely any warning before George ploughed into her, narrowly avoiding sending both of them into the lake.
"Thank you for our presents." Panted Fred, out of breath from his sprint, removing the glasses.
Delphi beamed, "you really like them?"
George nodded frantically, and Fred was relieved he wasn't the only one a bit overwhelmed. "That runic array was unlike anything I've seen and I might not be good at ancient runes but I've read a fair bit!"
She flushed at his praise, her eyes shining with cautious pride. "I want thorough reviews. I trust you two to test the limit of them yeah?"
Fred smirked, "you gave them to the right people. Love the design too."
She chuckled, "I made a guess on the colours since you wore green and purple to the ball."

A tension appeared the moment she mentioned that night, but Fred pushed past the drop. "They are perfect, right brother mine?"
George finally realised he was still hugging Delphi, and released her, nodding, "best present I think either of us have ever gotten. The books too, we'll give them back in perfect condition, we promise!"
The blonde smiled brightly, and they resolved that they would have to make her birthday presents from them even better.

"You two are aware you are shirtless and only wearing pyjama bottoms I hope?" She asked after a happy pause, getting up off the ground and brushing the dirt from her skirt.
Fred looked down, suddenly realising just why most of the students had been staring at them on their journey here. George recovered fastest from the realisation, smirking at Delphi.
"Do you not like the view, Delph?"
The flush high on her cheeks suggested she did. Neither of them exactly had six packs, skinny, freckled and anaemic really, but height and self confidence are excellent beautifiers.
The blond moved toward George, until there was only a foot between them. "You're pushing our until now unspoken truce, Mister Weasley."
Though her words might seem formal, the way she whispered them had Fred's spine tingling.

George glanced at him, before focusing back on the beautiful girl in front of him. "Can't...can"t birthdays be an exception?"
She raised a hand and laid it on George's sternum. Fred had often pretended to be his twin, but he'd never wanted to actually be him until today.

"Bet you say that to all the girls." She said, lips quirking in a small smile.
"No..." mumbled Fred. George echoed him, staring at Delphi's hand fixedly.
She looked between them, analysing before pulling away from George. Fred was sure they'd pushed too far.
Then she approached him instead, sighing, "eldest first then."
Her lips were on his before he'd been able to choke out a snarky reply, soft and warm. So warm.
Like home though the thought made the still conscious part of his brain cringe.

When he came back to himself she was gone leaving George in a similar state to himself, and the skin on his neck and upper arm where she'd touched him, tingling.
"Blimey." He breathed. George said it at the same time, and for once the synchrony was completely unintentional.