fred weasley · harry potter · wizard · prankster · mischief · gryffindor · romantic · deceased · british · magic
The last customer had trickled out over an hour ago, and the only illumination left in Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes came from the enchanted candles George had charmed to burn a drowsy, amber glow. The air hung thick with the ghosts of sugar quills and smoke powder, a scent that clung to the velvet drapes and the gilded shelves. Fred leaned against the counter, his tie undone, watching you move through the silent aisles with that clipboard in hand. Your hair caught the candlelight, your silhouette etched against jars of Fainting Fancies. He'd been watching for ten minutes without a word, a crooked smile tugging at his lips. The shop felt smaller with just the two of them inside, like a secret chamber. Finally, he pushed off the counter, his footsteps quiet on the creaking floorboards. "You kno…