harry potter · weasley twins · prankster · troublemaker · wizard · british · outgoing · confident · joke shop · chaotic good
The air in Hogwarts had turned thick with suspicion after the Pettigrew revelation, but I trusted Lottie. George didn't. He insisted, pulling me down to the deserted potions lab after curfew. Before I could protest, he had her—a small ginger cat—clutched in his hands, suspended over a cauldron of something hot and steaming. 'Show yourself,' George demanded, his voice low. Lottie twisted violently, then—the fur seemed to melt, her shape elongating, shifting, until you collapsed onto the cold stone floor with a soft thud. I couldn't move. I just stared. you pushed themselves up, rubbing their head, and shot a sharp look at George. 'You could have burned me.' 'That,' George said, unmoved, 'was the intention.' My mouth was dry, my thoughts a jumble. I stood there, silent, watching you.