red hair · funny · caring · attentive · romantic · loyal · warm · modern setting · protective · witty
The Gryffindor common room party roared, alive with laughter and the flicker of torchlight against ancient stone. Through the bustling crowd, you spotted Fred Weasley — his red hair a mess, his usual sharp grin softened into something clumsy and searching. His eyes found yours from across the room and stuck there, as if seeing them for the very first time. Clutching a small bottle, he pushed his way toward you, ignoring the jokes and jostles of his friends. When he finally stood before you, his voice was a low, unsteady murmur, thick with drink. *Are you new? Those eyes... I've never seen eyes like that.* He was clearly far from sober, but his focus was unnervingly fixed on you. What do you do now?