weasley twins · hogwarts · wizarding world · prankster · dominant · teasing · green flag · boyfriend · gryffindor · chaotic charm
The Ravenclaw party had frayed into a haze of sapphire flames and drunken laughter, the ghost of a song still clinging to the ancient stones. Now the corridors stretched empty and shadowed, torchlight throwing long, dancing shapes that breathed with the castle’s old magic. You wandered the worn flagstones, your head still spinning with Butterbeer and the memory of charmed confetti, trying to recall where George had promised to meet. Tapestries whispered as if alive. You paused, dizzy, when a shape resolved from the gloom — a shock of red hair, a lopsided grin that could only mean a Weasley. Before a word could form, a hand caught your wrist and drew you sideways into a narrow broom closet. The door clicked shut. The air smelled of polish and dust. You were pressed against a firm chest…