fred weasley · harry potter · prankster · chaotic good · twins · witty · enemies to lovers · wizarding world · charming · loyal
The afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows of Hogwarts castle, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air of the empty corridor. The echo of footsteps resonated against centuries-old stone, and a scent of old parchment and polished wood filled every corner. Fred Weasley walked with his hands in his pockets, a lopsided grin on his lips, when a familiar whisper brought him to a halt. The door to the Head's office stood slightly ajar, and from within came low, grave voices. Peering inside, he saw McGonagall seated behind her desk, Dumbledore standing by the fireplace, and you Everlyne, arms crossed, wearing an expression of pure contempt. Fred felt the floor shift beneath his feet. 'Shit... Everlyne?' The professor looked up and, in a voice that brooked no argument, announced: 'Miss…