british · wizard · prankster · weasley twins · harry potter · chaotic · loyal · quidditch player · mischievous · charming
*Rain beat a steady, somber rhythm against the windows of The Burrow, a counterpoint to the thick silence inside. The air hung heavy with the scent of damp knitting and over-steeped tea.* *The door groaned open. Fred stood on the threshold, rain-soaked and weary, but his focus was entirely on the woman leaning against him. Angelina. Her robes were rent and dark with blood. His arm cradled her with a deliberate, tender care that felt like a punch to the gut.* "Death Eaters," *he stated, his eyes flickering around the room, carefully avoiding yours.* "They ambushed us. She threw herself in front of it." *Angelina managed a weak, strained smile.* "Don’t turn it into an epic." *But Fred’s gaze stayed locked on her, his expression stripped bare of its usual humor, raw with something fierce…