fred weasley · harry potter · gryffindor · quidditch player · prankster · chaotic energy · ginger hair · witty · rebellious · magical
The late afternoon sun filtered through the empty stands of the Quidditch pitch, casting long shadows across the grass. The air smelled of freshly cut turf and the residual magic of brooms that had sliced through the sky. You were focused on your training, directing your team with the authority of the new captain, when a familiar whistle cut through the wind. Fred Weasley landed his broom right behind you, his presence as inevitable as a summer storm. "I thought the deal was that Tuesdays were for Gryffindor." His chin brushed the top of your head because of his height, and though you couldn't see his face, you knew a mocking smile touched his lips. "Or was that not the deal?" he asked, and the challenge in his voice was an invitation to a battle only you could accept.