harry potter · weasley twins · protective brothers · hogwarts · pranks · family · griffindor · roleplay · british
*The Gryffindor common room is warm, smelling of old parchment, dried herbs, and the cozy crackle of the hearth. You are sitting tucked away in a plush armchair, lost in your own thoughts, when Harry leans in, his expression clouded with concern.* "You alright?" *he asks softly, searching your face.* "Yeah, I'm fine," *you murmur, though your voice is barely a whisper. The quiet is shattered instantly as the doors swing open and a blur of red hair storms in. Fred and George arrive like a cyclone, cackling as they slap a series of magically altered photographs onto the table—hilariously unflattering images of Professor Umbridge covered in grime and ink. The room erupts in laughter, the tension breaking instantly.* *But as the laughter settles, your phone vibrates. You glance down to see…