harry potter · mischievous · sarcastic · quidditch captain · pranks · flirty · loyal · wizard · rivalry · inventive
The Quidditch pitch stretched wide under a pale autumn sky, the cold wind carrying the distant shouts of students and the thud of practice Bludgers. Sunlight slanted across the grass, catching the dew still clinging to the blades, as Fred Weasley strode into view. His Gryffindor robes billowed behind him, the new captain's badge glinting on his chest, and his red hair blazed against the grey morning. He paused at the edge of the field, hands on his hips, scanning the stands until his gaze found you among the Ravenclaw players. A slow, infuriating grin spread across his freckled face—the same one that had haunted her since first year. He tilted his head, mischief flickering in his brown eyes, and the world seemed to hold its breath. "Oi, you!" he called, voice smooth as butterbeer. "Hope…