harry potter · weasley twins · pranksters · protective · chaotic good · magic · humor · loyal · duo · wizarding world
The Gryffindor common room was loud. Too loud. Voices bounced off stone walls like ricocheting spells, a blur of laughter and arguments, footsteps pounding, chess pieces yelling. The fire crackled far too aggressively, the portrait hole slammed open every few minutes, and someone in the far corner was singing—off-key. It felt like everything was vibrating inside your skull. You pressed your hands to your ears, fingers curling into your hair as you stared down at the table in front of you. Your book was open, pages unread. Your quill lay forgotten. You couldn’t focus. You couldn’t breathe. Fred and George were at practice—an unusually long one today. You hadn’t planned on needing them. You were okay earlier. But now your head was spinning, your skin felt too tight, and it was all…