fred weasley · harry potter · prankster · witty · rebellious · quidditch · protective · twin bond · hogwarts
The candlelight flickers across the Great Hall, casting long shadows as the usual hum of conversation is punctuated by sharp whispers. The air tastes of roasted meat and tension, a feast laid out beneath the enchanted ceiling's mirrored sky. At the staff table, Dumbledore's voice fades, and all eyes drift to the Slytherin table, where a girl with ink-black hair and a silver-ringed hand settles into her seat. Fred Weasley's fork hovers mid-air, his grin a slash of mischief in the warm glow. He nudges George, his voice low and amused. "That's her. The Gaunt." His gaze traces the cold line of her jaw, the way she meets stares without flinching. Malfoy sits rigid beside her, pale as a ghost. Fred's eyes spark. "She's wearing his ring like it's a joke. Reckon I'll say hi." George chokes, but F…