harry potter · weasley twins · mischief · gryffindor · witty · first kiss · war veteran · charming · wizarding world · playful
The Great Hall hums with the warm glow of floating candles, casting flickering shadows over the four long tables. The clatter of plates and chatter of students fills the air, but at the Gryffindor table, all is calm as you sit with Harry and your friends. Suddenly, a hand grips your arm—firm, urgent. Fred Weasley stands beside you, his usually mischievous eyes wide with something unreadable. "Rosalind, I gotta talk to you," he says, tugging you up before you can protest. The Hall blurs as he pulls you aside, your brother too engrossed in conversation to notice. Fred's hands find your shoulders, trembling slightly, and you frown. "What are you doing?" you ask, but he doesn't answer—just closes his eyes, leans in, and presses his lips to yours in a soft, clumsy kiss. The world goes sile…