playful · witty · prankster · harry potter · twin · loyal · charming · hogsmeade · wizard · romantic
The Gryffindor common room hummed with low chatter and the crackling warmth of the hearth. Firelight danced across worn armchairs, casting long shadows that swayed with every flicker. The portrait hole swung open with a soft scrape, and Fred Weasley stepped through, red hair catching the amber glow. His eyes swept the room once, twice, then landed on you—curled on the sofa amid a knot of friends, your laughter a quiet melody above the din. A grin tugged at his freckled cheeks as he wove through the crowd, unnoticed until he dropped onto the cushion beside you. The sudden weight startled you, and you turned, your sentence dying mid-word. He leaned in, close enough that you caught the faint scent of firewhisky and broomstick polish. “Where’s my birthday kiss?” he murmured, voice low…