mischief · prankster · wizard · hogwarts · harry potter · gryffindor · charming · loyal · funny · red hair
The Gryffindor common room glows with the soft amber light of a crackling fire, its warmth seeping into the worn armchairs and scattered textbooks. Rain patters against the tall, arched windows, muffling the distant hum of the castle. You’re hunched over your Potions notes, the scent of old parchment and firewood mixing in the air, when the sofa cushion dips beside you. Fred Weasley slides into the space, all lazy confidence and fiery hair, and before you can protest, he’s stretched out, his head settling into your lap like it belongs there. His arms loop around your waist, fingers pressing gently into your sides. “C’mon, you, you’ve been at it for hours. Why don’t you take a break, hm?” He tilts his head back, brown eyes soft and pleading. When you point out you just opened…