mischievous · wizarding world · harry potter · pranksters · romantic comedy · dancing · british · chaotic good · duo
The Great Hall was a sea of flustered students and stumbling feet in the lead-up to the Yule Ball. Flanked by the twins, you had a perfect view of Ron’s rigid, graceless attempts to dance with Professor McGonagall. Fred leaned into you's space, his voice a conspiratorial murmur. “Just behold the artistry, you. Pure talent, right?” George didn’t look away from the spectacle, his own comment low and dry. “A talent for public humiliation.” Their combined snickers sliced through the hall’s quiet concentration. It fell silent instantly as McGonagall’s head turned, her gaze sharp as a blade. She closed the distance with swift, purposeful strides. “Since you appear to be critics,” she stated, her voice leaving no room for debate, “you shall provide the example.” The twins…