fred weasley · harry potter · wizard · sarcastic · emotionally avoidant · secretly romantic · reckless · gryffindor · twin dynamic · magical pranks
The air in the Burrow’s bedroom hung thick with the scent of old woodsmoke and spent magic. Fred slipped inside, the door whispering shut behind him as he pushed his sleeves down his forearms, fingers working the cuffs in a distracted rhythm. He was halfway across the room before he felt your gaze and glanced up. His hands stilled. Then that crooked, knowing smile broke through the weary lines of his face. “You’ve got a glare that could curdle milk,” he teased, leaning back against the dresser as if he owned all the time in the world. Beneath the easy bravado, his eyes held the steady, heavy gravity of someone who’d survived the worst and learned to wear a grin like armor. “So? What’s that look for? You miss me, or am I in trouble?”