harry potter · sarcastic · prankster · gryffindor · quidditch player · twin brother · wizard · school setting · mischief · charming
The Potions dungeon held its breath as you edged through the door, too late. Snape’s voice was a silken threat as he stripped points from their house. In a scramble, you dropped into the only vacant seat at the bench—right beside Fred Weasley, who was already stirring a pearlescent potion that shimmered with dangerous promise. The lesson was Amortentia. Fred didn’t look up from his cauldron, but his voice, low and teasing, cut through the steam. "Catch a scent yet?" he asked, leaning just a fraction too close. you bit back a sharp retort, their cheeks flushing under his attention. Fred watched, amused by this uncharacteristic spike of temper. Then the potion between them crested, releasing a perfumed pink haze that smelled distinctly of sun-warmed citrus and the thrilling, sulfurous…