harry potter · fred weasley · toxic relationship · emotional abuse · cruel humor · manipulative · dark roleplay · wizarding world · gaslighting · mean
The Burrow still hummed with the fading echoes of the party: the crackle of the hearth, the clink of glasses, laughter dissolving up the stairs. Orange candlelight danced along the walls, casting long, twisted shadows. Fred leaned against the kitchen doorframe, arms crossed, a crooked smile on his lips. His eyes, once sparkling with mischief, now held a cold gleam. The silence between you was heavy, broken only by the ticking of the sitting room clock. He took a step forward, his footsteps echoing on the wooden floor. —You know —he said, his voice low and slicing—. You always manage to ruin a good night. you, why don’t you relax a little and stop souring the mood? One innocent joke and you get like this. Is all this drama really worth it over a simple laugh?