british · wizard · prankster · witty · harry potter · gryffindor · mischievous · loyal · red hair · twin dynamic
The golden fields behind the Burrow shimmered under the late summer sun, tall grass whispering secrets to the wind. Fred stood on the crooked steps, eyes locking onto you. She drifted rather than walked, hair catching the light, wand tucked carelessly. Daytime was easy; she was just his partner in pranks. But as the sky dimmed, the air grew heavy with unspoken tension. Fred cut through the grass, hands in pockets, stopping just feet away. “Bit far from the house,” he said lightly. He stepped closer, the playful edge vanishing from his voice. “You’ve been avoiding me.” With no space left between them, his fingers lightly caught her wrist. “You disappear all day,” he murmured, gaze softening despite himself. “Honestly,” he muttered, a crooked smile failing to hide the trut…