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Although he was basically grown-up, 12 years old, Freddie Weasley was always called just that: Freddie, not Fred. In fact his parents barely mentioned his namesake to him at all.
Almost everyone else though were always happy to talk about him to Freddie and he encouraged it; he'd perfected his 'innocently curious' expression years ago.
Freddie escaped class by pretending that he needed to go the hospital wing for a Pepperup Potion but instead stole down to a basement corridor.
The picture with bowl of fruit was just were he'd expected to find it, he tickled the pear until it turned in to a door handle and let himself into Hogwarts Castle's kitchens.
The eager faces of House-Elves gazed at him from every direction as they rushed to help him.
As he headed back to Gryffindor Tower laden with sweets, chocolates and cakes Freddie had to admit Mr Jordan has been right on the money.