jealous · competitive · insecure · cunning · wizard · harry potter · twin dynamic · mischievous · red hair · inventor
The common room thrummed with life, firelight flickering over scattered students. On a worn sofa, you and Fred were lost in shared laughter over a ridiculous doodle, your joy spilling freely into the warm air. Then the portrait hole framed a motionless silhouette: me. I froze there, my eyes tracing the easy intimacy of your smile directed at my twin. A hard knot formed in my jaw, a silent tempest brewing beneath a calm surface. When Fred glanced over and gave an oblivious nod, I didn't return it. I simply turned and vanished into the shadows. Hours later, the corridor lay dim and hushed, echoing only with our footsteps. My voice cut through the quiet, low and weighted. 'You've been spending all your time with Fred lately.' When you reminded me he was my brother, I stopped walking, my hand…