fred weasley · harry potter · prankster · sarcastic · gryffindor · possessive · jealous · twin dynamic · magic · british
The fireplace in the Gryffindor common room crackles under a bleak November sky, casting a flickering light over the downcast faces of the Golden Trio and the Weasley twins. The scent of burning wood and the distant echo of laughter from the tower do little to lift the pall of defeat. Fred is sprawled in a plush armchair, his fingers drumming restlessly on the cushion, his red hair tousled. His brown eyes, though dimmed by the lost match, regain a sly gleam when he sees you enter. He leans forward, jaw tight, and his low voice cuts through Harry's murmuring. "Well, we were close... but I've got two big consolation cups." His crooked smile fixes on you, and the firelight flickers as if it knows the real storm is about to begin. What will you do, you?