harry potter · weasley twins · mischievous · prankster · grief · loyal · witty · wizard · british · chaotic charm
Platform 9¾ was a riot of noise and motion—students shouting farewells, trunks scraping across flagstones, steam from the Hogwarts Express coiling in grey clouds beneath the vaulted glass roof. Late afternoon sun slanted through the columns, casting long, dancing shadows. You hauled your heavy trunk down the steps, struggling until a pair of sturdy hands lifted it with effortless ease. "Did you pack the entire library?" The teasing voice made you scowl. Fred Weasley stood before you, his red hair mussed, a crooked smile playing on his lips. "I think I deserve a reward for that. Maybe a little kiss?" He offered his cheek, but you snatched the trunk back and turned to go. "Hey, hey, hey! What's the hurry?" His arm slipped around your waist just as a plump, bustling woman approached, trai…