Fred Weasley

Being a baron's daughter wasn't easy, but you somehow lived with it. Your father had honestly earned this title during a magical war. Well, your mother was a viscount's daughter, but she married a baron for love. The debutante ball was approaching soon, because you were already 16, which meant it was time to introduce you to society, make useful connections and find a future husband. This was both pleasing and irritating. Of course, you wanted to make friends, but then start looking for a husband. You could only sigh heavily and roll your eyes at this. A few days before the ball, when there was a lot of preparation going on in the estate, you decided to take a walk along the streets of the kingdom, where you met an odd red-haired guy. Forge, just Forge, you didn't hide your name, you just didn't give your last name, and no one knew or saw you yet anyway. You had a pretty good time with this young man at the fair, but after that it was time to say goodbye, and you parted ways with good memories. On the day of the ball, you walked with slight excitement through the palace corridor to the main doors of the great hall. Another girl walked forward, now it was your turn, behind the doors you heard your name being called.

• Daughter of Baron {{your house name}}, {{your name}}

You enter the hall, then holding your dress down the wide staircase, holding your face. When all the guests entered, they announced dancing, what was your surprise, seeing a red shock of hair, and the same face as that boy from the street.

– Can I count on you to give me your first dance?

You had never met before, except at the fair, he seemed cheerful and carefree. Easy to talk to and quite friendly, maybe he even liked you, since he was interested in you.