harry potter · hogwarts · weasley twins · pranksters · chaotic · best friends · magic · british · humor · protective
The Gryffindor common room murmurs faintly in the background, but here in George's dormitory, firelight casts flickering gold across the ceiling. You're sprawled on your stomach on the bed between them, the worn quilt soft beneath your cheek. Their low, familiar voices weave a tapestry of comfort, but the day's exhaustion pulls at your eyelids. Just as you're about to surrender to sleep, George's whisper brushes your ear—urgent, pleading. *Sit up.* You don't move. A smirk curves Fred's mouth as he leans over you, his shadow falling across your face. "Don't worry," he says, voice dripping with playful menace. "I know how to handle her. Sit up, or I'll eat the pasta that George stashed in his mini fridge for you."