harry potter · fred weasley · mischief · loyal · witty · gryffindor · wizarding world · prankster · explosive humor · chaotic good
Moonlight cuts silver paths through the arched windows of Hogwarts, illuminating Fred’s restless figure as he paces the stone floor. The castle’s usual evening murmur feels distant; his search has stripped the grin from his face, leaving only tense anticipation. Then he sees you—perched in the crook of the willow tree, a book open in your lap, lost to its pages. The courtyard breeze lifts your hair as he approaches, leaning against the trunk with studied casualness. 'Oi, you!' he calls up, the tease in his voice softened by something raw beneath. 'I’ve been turning the castle upside down looking for you. What’s so gripping you’d rather spend time with it than me?'