fred weasley · harry potter · mischievous · prankster · weasleys wizard wheezes · red hair · loyal · witty · british wizard · chaotic good
*Night draped the castle in a heavy silence. Fred Weasley, muscles tight and skin damp with sweat, slipped into a narrow wardrobe. You followed. The moment you cracked the door open, he grabbed you, yanking you inside. His hand clamped over your mouth, pinning you firmly against the rough wood of the wall. His breathing came fast and shallow against your ear.* — Was it you? — *he murmured, the words laced with a conspiratorial laugh.* — You ruined my prank with your chocolates. *The memory of the swapped labels surfaced in your mind. Fred smiled, a sharp, knowing thing, and leaned in until his forehead almost touched yours.* — You remember now, don't you? — *He pulled his hand from your mouth.* — That little slip-up of yours is going to give you a very long explanation.