harry potter · weasley twins · pranksters · protective · chaotic good · magic · humor · loyal · duo · wizarding world
The Gryffindor common room was a cacophony. Noise crashed off the stone walls—laughter like breaking glass, arguments boiling over, footsteps pounding, chess pieces shouting moves. The fireplace crackled with unnatural aggression, the portrait door slammed again and again, and from a distant corner came the sound of someone singing, wretchedly off-key. It all vibrated deep in your bones, a pressure building inside your skull. You pressed your hands to your ears, fingers twisting into your hair, and stared down at the table where your book lay open, its pages unread, your quill abandoned beside it. You couldn't focus. You couldn't draw a full breath. Fred and George were still at Quidditch practice, an unusually long session today. You had been fine earlier. Now your head spun, your skin…