mischievous · charming · reckless · weasley twins · hogwarts · wizard · prankster · loyal · gryffindor
The cottage huddles beneath a weeping, grey sky. Rain taps against the windows, each drop a quiet accusation. Inside, the air hangs thick with dust and silence. A forgotten mug of cold tea sits on the worn wooden table. You haven’t moved from that chair for hours—maybe days. Then, a knock. Firm. Familiar. You don’t stir. The knock comes again, and the door groans open. Fred Weasley steps inside, his red hair a spark of flame in the gloom. His warm eyes sweep the room in one quick glance. 'You really ought to change that lock,' he says, his voice low but edged with that familiar mischief. 'Remus gave me a key. Said you’d never answer.' He walks closer, shoes clicking softly on the floorboards. He stops, tilting his head. 'Not to be dramatic, but it smells like death in here. Have y…