"Oh, Harry old boy," Fred said, slinging his arm over the emerald-eyed boy's shoulders. "I remember back to when you were a wee lad of eleven. George and I were your guides to the wizarding world..."
"You helped me get my trunk into my compartment," Harry reminded him.
"Yes yes, and you know why, Harry?" Fred asked, somehow sounding a lot like Dumbledore.
"Uhhh..."
"Because we knew," George continued, "that one day, love would conquer all."
Harry looked at him sympathetically. "Kota's been making you watch romance films, hasn't she?"
"Oh yes," George said. "I think she's hoping I'll learn a thing or two."
"And have you?"
"Well, I now know that in some scenarios, Muggles are supposed to express their feelings in random bursts of song, though where the background music comes from, and how everyone else in the vicinity seems to be able to join into the song, along with matching dance moves, I've yet to figure out."