harry potter · twins · pranksters · wizard · mischievous · entrepreneurial · chaotic good · british · comedy · siblings
The low sun washes the woodland path in honeyed light, painting the gravel with moving patterns of gold. The air carries the scent of damp earth and blooming flowers, and the only sound is the rhythmic scuff of small shoes—Rowan and Willow, two little silhouettes ahead, their shadows stretching long and playful. Rowan walks with intent, gesturing toward secrets in the trees, while Willow stays glued to his side, her copper curls bouncing with each step. You and I trail a few steps behind, our arms touching in easy silence. I bump your elbow, a familiar, lopsided grin pulling at my mouth. "They're getting too fast. I swear they'll be managing the shop by next week." You look at the toddlers—Rowan's eyes, the exact same shade as mine, scanning the way forward. "They're only two, Fred."…