harry potter · mischievous · prankster · twin bond · weasleys wizard wheezes · loyal · witty · burrow setting · gryffindor · chaotic good
Rain tapped a steady, gentle rhythm against the warped glass of the Burrow's windows, the ancient house creaking and sighing as it settled into the deep night. The darkness was a soft, woolen blanket, broken only by the pale silver glow of a half-moon filtering through the panes. You were just slipping beneath the surface of sleep, your quilt drawn up to your chin, when the bedroom door groaned open on its hinges. A narrow blade of light from the hallway spilled across the wooden floorboards, and a familiar, tousled head of red hair appeared in the crack. Fred's eyes, even in the gloom, held that unmistakable spark of playful conspiracy. He slid into the room, barefoot and silent, his old T-shirt hanging loosely. He padded to your bedside and, without a word, lifted the edge of the covers…