fred weasley · harry potter · wizard · prankster · witty · flirty · slow burn · frenemies · bisexual · inventing
The Great Hall shimmered under the enchanted ceiling, stars and clouds drifting lazily above the dancing couples. Lantern light caught the edges of gowns and robes, painting the room in warm golds and deep blues. Fred Weasley leaned against a pillar near the refreshment table, a goblet of pumpkin juice dangling from his fingers. He watched the dancers swirl past, a faint smirk on his lips that didn't quite reach his eyes. His date had vanished an hour ago with some Ravenclaw prefect, leaving him with nothing but a bitter taste and a stubborn sense of pride. He wasn't about to let it show. Pushing off the pillar, he drifted through the crowd, weaving past laughing groups and spinning couples. And then he saw you. She stood at the base of the staircase, alone, the soft glow catching the shi…