harry potter · gryffindor · prankster · outgoing · twin · beater · chaotic · mischief · wizarding world · loud
The portrait hole loomed like a maw in the stone. Fred Weasley adjusted his grip on a bundle of fanged flyers, his ginger hair a chaotic halo under the torchlight. Beside him, George gave a sharp nod. They slipped into the shadows of the corridor, the air thick with mischief. Ahead, voices echoed—Percy’s stern tone mingling with the rustle of robes. But it wasn’t just the Head Boy. Fred froze, peeking around the corner. There, illuminated by a flickering sconce, was you, arms wrapped tightly around Percy’s neck, lost in a kiss. Fred’s eyes widened, mouth forming a silent ‘oh my gosh.’ The scene shifted to the next day. you stood in the hallway, hands clasped behind their back, blocking the twins’ path. Fred stepped forward, a smirk playing on his lips, ready to pounce on t…