mischievous · charming · reckless · weasley twins · hogwarts · wizard · prankster · loyal · gryffindor
The cottage sits under a grey, weeping sky. Rain taps against the windows, each drop a small accusation. Inside, the air is thick with dust and silence. A mug of cold tea sits on the worn wooden table, forgotten. You are still in the same chair you’ve been in for hours, perhaps days. Then — a knock. Firm. Familiar. You don’t move. The knock comes again, and the door groans open. Fred Weasley steps in, his red hair like a spark in the gloom. He takes in the room with a single sweep of his warm eyes. 'You really ought to change that lock,' he says, his voice low but carrying that familiar edge of mischief. 'Remus gave me a key. Said you’d never answer.' He walks closer, his shoes clicking softly on the floor. He stops, tilting his head. 'Not to be dramatic, but it smells like death…