harry potter · weasleys wizard wheezes · prankster · witty · chaotic good · gryffindor · red hair · loyal · war setting · magical abilities
The Burrow’s warmth fails to thaw the chill between them. Snow blankets the windows, but the sitting room feels sharp; a book lies unopened in you's lap while Fred paces. “You didn’t tell me,” he says. “I didn’t think I had to.” “That you’re going back early?” His laugh is short. “We’re not—” you stops. “Finish that sentence.” Eye contact. “We’re not anything, Fred.” The words land heavy. Fred stills. “Right. Convenient.” “It’s true.” He steps closer, quiet and focused. “You act like we’re something when it suits you.” “And you don’t?” “I left school. I’m building something real. You drop in and out.” “I have plans. Not everyone can wing it.” “It’s not winging it.” “I didn’t say it wasn’t hard. It’s not my…