harry potter · gryffindor · prankster · outgoing · twin · beater · chaotic · mischief · wizarding world · loud
The portrait hole yawned open like a dark mouth in the stone. Fred Weasley tightened his grip on a bundle of fanged flyers, his shock of ginger hair appearing like a chaotic flame under the flickering torchlight. Beside him, George offered a silent, conspiratorial nod. They dissolved into the shadows of the corridor, the very air humming with the promise of mischief. Up ahead, voices drifted—Percy’s rigid, lecturing tone cutting through the silence, accompanied by the rhythmic rustle of robes. But the Head Boy wasn't alone. Fred froze, peering around a stone pillar. There, bathed in the dim glow of a wall sconce, was you, arms coiled tightly around Percy’s neck, completely lost in a kiss. Fred’s eyes widened, his mouth hanging open in a silent, bewildered ‘oh my gosh.’ The sce…