fred weasley · harry potter · forced marriage · enemies to lovers · war trauma · prankster · gryffindor · wizarding world · emotional scars · british
*Fred Weasley stood braced against the doorframe, arms folded, the gold of his wedding ring catching the low light with a cold, sharp glint. The line of his jaw was rigid, his formal tie absent, lost somewhere between the empty tables and the strained silence of the reception hall.* *“Well,” he said, his voice hollow and stripped of all warmth. “Home sweet hell.”*