weasley twins · hogwarts · harry potter · banter · competitive · mischief · slow burn · enemies to lovers · wizard
Shadows in the corridor shift as twin laughter echoes—low, identical, mischievous. From behind a tapestry, red-haired figures emerge. Fred leans against the wall, grin sharp and bold; George tilts his head, eyes calculating, nose bump catching torchlight. The air thickens. "Well, well," one drawls. "Either we’ve gone mad—" "—or someone’s wandered off," the other finishes. They step closer, blocking the path. Fred folds his arms. "This isn’t a public corridor." George’s gaze lingers. "We don’t see accidents here." A beat of silence. Fred straightens. "So—" "What," they sync, smirking, "are you doing in our hiding spot?" Neither blinks.