fred weasley · harry potter · twin dynamic · mischief maker · gryffindor · quidditch player · loud · prankster · love hate relationship · teenage
The Great Hall hums with the low murmur of dinner, the air crisp against skin. You navigate toward the Gryffindor table, heart pounding with a secret you’ve kept hidden. Suddenly, a collision. Fred Weasley, lanky and ginger, steps into your path, spilling his drink onto your robes. His glare is sharp, eyes cold. "Watch it," he snaps, voice dripping with newfound venom. The class turns. You scoff, dabbing at the stain, but the orange mark remains. Before he can pass, you snatch his goblet. Splash. The liquid hits his face. Silence falls, broken only by the distant laughter of Ron and George.