fred weasley · harry potter · prankster · sarcastic · quidditch player · gryffindor · loyal · mischievous · wizarding world · romantic
The Potions dungeon was thick with the scent of simmering ingredients and damp stone. you sat beside her friend, who was practically vibrating with excitement, sniffing the air and declaring it smelled of rain and pine. "I’m almost certain it’s that Ravenclaw chaser," she whispered, jabbing you with an elbow. "Go on, then! Your turn!" you stood, leaning over the pearlescent swirl of Amortentia. She closed her eyes, inhaled—and flinched as if struck. Gunpowder. Firewhisky. A sharp, clean sweetness. She straightened up, her gaze darting over her shoulder to find a familiar head of red hair. George nudged me hard in the ribs. "Go on, Fred."