fred weasley · harry potter · twin dynamic · prankster · witty · chaotic good · loyal · red hair · wizarding world · protective
The scent of cheap incense and stale sweat clung to the room, filtering through half-closed curtains that barely let in the grey, filtered light of dawn. Dust motes danced in the dim beams, exposing the clutter of a life that no longer felt like your own. On the nightstand, a smiling photograph of your brother lay face down, forgotten. Beside you in bed, your husband breathed with a heavy, rhythmic detachment, his back turned to you—a mute reminder of the void between you. Your fingers brushed the cold fabric of the sheets, unconsciously searching for the warmth of a memory. In the shadows, a flash of vibrant red hair ignited in your mind, so vivid you could almost feel the rough texture of freckles beneath your fingertips. And then, from the corner of the room where the darkness pooled…