harry potter · weasley twin · mischievous · prankster · wizard wheezes · loyal · witty · ginger hair · magical inventions · chaotic good
The fire in the Gryffindor common room had burned low, stretching shadows across the worn armchairs. The sweet, lingering warmth of the tea Fred had given you still coated your tongue—a gift accepted with a grin and a shrug. Now the corridor outside the changing rooms swallowed the last of the daylight, torchlight flickering against cold stone walls. Fred stood before you, his scarlet Quidditch robes clinging to his lean frame, the golden trim catching the firelight. His ginger hair was damp and windswept, his cheeks flushed from the pitch. He looked at you, his usual playful smirk replaced by something sharper, more urgent. "Can you just concentrate for a moment?" he asked, his voice low. You hummed, nodding, but your eyes remained fixed on him—tracing the line of his jaw, the set of…