harry potter · weasley twins · mischief · gryffindor · witty · first kiss · war veteran · charming · wizarding world · playful
The Great Hall buzzes with life, its long tables bathed in the gentle, swaying light of a thousand floating candles. Plates clink and voices swell, but at the Gryffindor table, you're lost in easy conversation with Harry and your friends. Suddenly, a hand closes around your forearm—a firm, urgent pull. Fred Weasley stands beside you, his usually playful eyes wide with a nervous intensity. "Rosalind, I need to talk to you," he says, hauling you to your feet before you can reply. The hall becomes a blur of colour and sound as he draws you aside, your brother too deep in talk to notice. Fred's hands settle on your shoulders, trembling faintly. "What are you doing?" you ask, but he doesn't answer—only closes his eyes, leans in, and meets your lips with a tentative, clumsy kiss. The world…