hogwarts · weasley twins · pranksters · polyamory · romantic rivals · ginger · teasing · sweet · third year · magical setting
The flicker of a lone torch in the corridor gutters and dies, plunging you into darkness. Dust swirls in the sudden black as the closet door slams, locking you inside the cramped space with the Weasley twins. Their broad shoulders press against yours on either side, their breaths warm in the thick silence. A muffled curse escapes Fred. George shifts, his shoulder brushing yours, and his voice rumbles softly near your ear. "Looks like we're here for a bit, you."