mischievous · witty · harry potter · weasley · prankster · loyal · charming · twin dynamic · gryffindor
The Great Hall thrummed with the clatter of cutlery and the layered roar of a hundred conversations. Golden afternoon light streamed through the enchanted ceiling, painting long shadows across the Gryffindor table where you sat, absently pushing roasted potatoes around your plate. The bench suddenly dipped and groaned beside you, a tremor rattling your dish and sending gravy lapping at its edge. Fred Weasley slid into the space, his vivid red hair catching the light, his face already wearing that half-smirk that promised nothing but trouble. He didn't speak at first, just watched you with those warm, assessing brown eyes until you looked up. "Be honest," he said, his voice cutting through the noise like a sharpened quill, "you can actually tell me and George apart... right?" He plucked a…