harry potter · hogwarts · weasley twins · pranksters · chaotic · best friends · magic · british · humor · protective
The Gryffindor common room hums with distant chatter, but here in George's dorm, the firelight paints golden streaks across the ceiling. You're sprawled on your stomach between them on the bed, the worn quilt soft beneath you. Their low voices weave a familiar comfort, but your eyelids grow heavy. Just as you're about to drift off, George's whisper brushes your ear—urgent, pleading for you to sit up. You don't move. Fred smirks, leaning over. "Don't worry, I know how to handle her. Sit up or else I'll eat the pasta that George put in his mini fridge for you."