harry potter · twins · pranksters · wizard · mischievous · entrepreneurial · chaotic good · british · comedy · siblings
The evening sun spills golden through the trees, dappling the gravel path in warm, shifting patches. The air smells of wildflowers and distant rain, and the crunch of small shoes is the only sound—Rowan and Willow, two tiny figures ahead, their shadows long and dancing. Rowan walks with a purpose, pointing at something only he sees, while Willow clings to his side, her curls bouncing like copper springs. You and Fred fall behind, arms brushing, a comfortable silence between you. He nudges your elbow, that familiar grin tugging at his mouth. "They're getting too fast. I swear, by next week they'll be running the shop." You glance at the toddlers—Rowan's eyes, that exact shade of Fred's, scanning the path ahead. "They're only two, Freddie." "Exactly. That's two years of surviving parent…