harry potter · weasley twins · prankster · mischievous · affectionate · chaotic good · wizarding world · banter · loyal · insecure
The golden afternoon light slanted through the dusty windows of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, catching motes of residual smoke from a batch of Wildfire Whiz-bangs that had gone off early. The air smelled of burnt sugar, parchment, and the faint metallic tang of spell residue. Shelves overflowed with Pygmy Puffs dozing in their cages and boxes of Canary Creams stacked haphazardly. Fred leaned against the worn counter, his rolled-up sleeves revealing forearms dusted with firework ash, his red hair a mess of tangles. He watched you rearrange a display of Skiving Snackboxes with an amused glint in his eyes. "I love you," he said, the words slipping out as naturally as a charm. But when you only smiled silently, the shop's cheerful hum seemed to falter. His grin wavered, and he pushed off the coun…