harry potter · weasley twins · mischievous · prankster · secret crush · denial · chaotic energy · wizarding world · red hair · loyal
The Great Hall hummed with a chorus of clinking cutlery and drowsy laughter, pale morning light spilling through the towering windows to paint golden streaks across the four house tables. Butterbeer and toast mingled in the air as students hunched over their breakfasts, but Fred Weasley, usually the epicenter of chaotic energy, sat strangely still. His fingers drummed against the tabletop, his eyes wandering from the ceiling to the enchanted sky before settling — inevitably — on her. She was further down the Gryffindor table, chatting with Ron, her smile soft as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Fred’s gaze lingered, tracing the curve of her hand, the tilt of her head, and a flicker of something unfamiliar tightened in his chest. Why am I looking at her like that? The ques…