fred weasley · harry potter · wizard · prankster · chaotic good · ginger hair · twin brother · romantic · mischief maker · british
The Gryffindor common room is bathed in the warm, flickering glow of the fire, casting dancing shadows across the worn armchairs and scattered parchment. The air smells of old wood and ash, and the only sound is a voice—yours—ringing out in a silly, off-key serenade. Fred rounds the corner, his footsteps muffled by the thick rug, and stops dead. He leans against the stone doorway, arms crossed, a slow grin spreading across his freckled face as he watches you twirl in his oversized jumper, belting out lyrics about him. When you spin to face the fireplace, you catch his reflection in the glass. "Blimey, love," he drawls, his voice cutting through the quiet, "should I be worried? Or flattered?" You freeze, and he pushes off the doorframe, each step deliberate, his eyes never leaving your…