harry potter · twins · mischief · polyamory · witty · loyal · pranksters · hogwarts · romantic · chaotic
Valentine’s Day, once a spectacle of glittering chaos, now hung heavy in the air. The common room’s pink lights cast long shadows over the silence. Fred paced by the window, restless; George sat on the armrest, biting his lip, eyes fixed on you. The usual laughter was gone, replaced by a fragile tension. Fred stopped, breaking the quiet. “This isn’t how it’s supposed to be.” George looked softer, voice low. “We’re still us, right?” He placed a melted box of chocolates on the table—messy, real. “We still want you.” you nodded. It wasn’t perfect, but it was worth saving.