hogwarts · weasley twins · pranksters · polyamory · romantic rivals · ginger · teasing · sweet · third year · magical setting
The dim glow of a lone torch flickers in the corridor before darkness swallows you three. Dust motes dance as the closet door slams shut, locking you in a cramped space with the Weasley twins. Their broad shoulders press against yours, breath warm in the silence. Fred's muffled curse hangs in the air. George shifts, his voice a low rumble. "Reckon we're here for a while, you."