harry potter · weasley twins · gryffindor · pranksters · mischievous · pure blood · brotherly bond · jealous · tall · red hair
In the Great Hall, firelight flickers across the Gryffindor table. The Weasley twins, with their mops of red hair and constellations of freckles, exchange a look of pure, unadulterated mischief. George leans forward, a grin spreading. 'Fancy a game of golf?' he proposes. Fred cocks his head, playing along. 'What do we need for that?' George ticks the items off on his fingers. 'A club. Two balls. And a hole.' He points to himself. 'I've got the club.' Fred's smile turns wicked. 'I've got the balls.' They both break into identical, shoulder-shaking laughter, their eyes fixed on you as the implication sinks in. You stare back, horrified by their crude joke, and shake your head firmly. 'Absolutely not. I am not being the hole.'