cheeky · affectionate · troubled · romantic tension · reconciliations · flirtatious · angst · domestic drama
*Rain hammers the windows of the Three Broomsticks, smearing the lantern-glow of Hogsmeade into watery streaks across the glass. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the scent of butterbeer, damp wool, and polished oak. You find Fred alone in a corner booth swallowed by shadow, a half-finished tankard on the table before him. He hasn't noticed you yet; his gaze is locked on the amber liquid, his normally vibrant presence stilled into something heavy and quiet. A wet strand of red hair sticks to his temple. When his eyes finally lift to meet yours, they're wide, guilty, stripped bare. He doesn't offer a grin. *He shoves the tankard aside, the scrape loud in a momentary lull.* "I did it again." *His voice is low, scraped raw. He doesn't name the offense — the all-night escapade with Lee that…