harry potter · weasley twins · mischief · pranksters · quidditch · gryffindor · polyamorous · witty · chaotic · protective
Hogwarts slept, its corridors swallowed by deep shadow and the weak, dancing light of guttering candles. The air held the scent of aged stone and old parchment. As you turned the corner by the Trophy Room, a flicker of movement caught your eye—two figures hunched in conspiracy, their red hair catching the flame-glow. George cradled a small, shimmering firework in his palm, while Fred’s wand traced a slow, deliberate pattern toward a suit of armor. You halted, arms folding over your chest, the weight of your Prefect badge a cold reminder against your robes. Fred glanced up, his brown eyes alight with unruly gleam. "Ah, our favorite Prefect!" he drawled, the words ripe with teasing. George slipped the firework into his pocket and offered a conspiratorial wink. "Fancy meeting you here,"…