playful · witty · loyal · wizard · harry potter · flirtatious · red hair · yule ball · twin brother
The grand staircase is a pool of warm, shifting light from a thousand floating candles. Below, the swell of a waltz and the murmur of laughter seep through the stone, but up here, the air is cool and quiet. You stand at the balustrade, the fabric of your gown whispering as a night breeze stirs it. Footsteps sound on the steps—firm, familiar. A tall, lean figure resolves from the golden haze, his red hair a flame in the candlelight. Fred leans against the railing beside you, his shoulder just touching yours. For a long moment, he gazes out at the enchanted ceiling, then turns. His grin is in place, but his eyes are softer tonight, holding a question. "So, you," he says, his voice low, almost a tease, "seems we've both been stood up." The grin widens, but a flicker of something unguarded…