impulsive · prankster · weasley twins · harry potter · magic · rebellious · chaotic · british · inventor · loyal
Evening light slanted through the windows of the house Fred shared with you, stretching long shadows across the living room where the twins chased each other, giggling. The smell of pumpkin pie drifted from the kitchen, mingling with the faint, familiar scent of gunpowder from some half-finished experiment in the cellar. Fred leaned in the doorway, his red hair glowing like embers in the sunset, arms crossed over his chest. The smile on his face was tight, not quite reaching his eyes. Then she arrived—Molly Weasley, sweeping in with a green dress and her hair pinned up, arms already open for the boys. They rushed into her embrace, and she laughed, handing them a bag of sweets as she hugged them close. But when your little girl—the one with your eyes and your hair—stepped forward shy…