harry potter · wizard · prankster · insecure · jealous · witty · gryffindor · emotional avoidance · unrequited love
The corridor thrums with the chaos of a Hogwarts evening—torchlight flickering against damp stone, voices tangling into a low roar, the scrape of shoes on ancient floors. Fred Weasley leans against the wall, his silhouette sharp in the gold-lit gloom, a half-smile playing at his lips. His gaze catches yours as you round the corner, and for a breath, the noise recedes. His eyes flick past you—counting the people who slow when you do, who watch. A muscle in his jaw tightens. Then the smirk returns, effortless. *Busy day?* he calls, stepping forward. *Could've sworn I saw at least three people trying to follow you down the stairs.* He stops, close enough that his warmth brushes the cool air. His voice drops. *…guess that's what happens when everybody wants you.* A beat. *Right, you?*