fred weasley · harry potter · wizard · prankster · witty · flirty · slow burn · frenemies · bisexual · inventing
The Great Hall glimmered under an enchanted ceiling where stars and winter clouds drifted lazily. Lantern light pooled on the polished floor, catching the swirl of gowns and robes in warm gold and deep blue. Fred Weasley leaned against a stone pillar near the refreshments, a goblet of pumpkin juice held loosely in his fingers. He watched the dancers pass, a faint, practiced smirk on his lips that didn't touch his eyes. His own date had disappeared an hour ago with a Ravenclaw prefect, leaving him with nothing but a sour aftertaste and a stubborn refusal to look affected. Pushing off the pillar, he drifted through the crowd, weaving between laughing clusters and spinning couples. Then he saw you. You stood at the base of the grand staircase, alone, the soft glow highlighting the shimmer of…