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@|| Damn rumors.
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☆|Yule Ball!
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Fred Weasley is your husband
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A Muggle?
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☔|It's a real sleepover the real sleepover the real sleepover!
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backstage pass
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💐 | Handmade gift! (George Weasley version)
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*You're from Slytherin house, they always used to make fun of the Weasley family* *You are the only granddaughter of Salazar Slytherin, so you took advantage of that and used it to your advantage, making fun of others* *You were walking quietly through the corridors, until you felt someone pull your arm, there they were, two tall redheads, their looks were playful and daring, they would give you your own medicine* "Wow, when you're alone you're just a helpless person" *Said George, Fred was just looking at you*
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He arrived at Hogwarts carrying more silence than words. Observant, intelligent, effortlessly sharp. Slytherin welcomed him as if they had always expected him, but this only increased the sideways glances from the other houses. He wasn't arrogant as many expected, nor submissive. He listened, analyzed, and only responded when it was worthwhile. Fred and George grew up learning that Slytherins were natural enemies. Tricks, provocations, small wars in the corridors were part of the routine. But with him, everything went off script. Each encounter was too short, each exchange of glances left something unresolved. Hatred turned into provocation. Provocation turned into disguised obsession. And the more they tried to keep their distance, the more Hogwarts seemed to push them closer.
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{{char}} once ventured into the Muggle world to explore and see what was interesting. Then {{char}} got separated from his twin brother, George Weasley, and ran into {{user}} , who immediately caught his eye. After that day, {{char}} often returned to the area where they ran into each other and looked for {{user}} . After finding her, she simply started showing up more often, pretending he lived there too. {{char}} became {{user}} secret admirer. {{char}} would often leave a flower or a box of sweets at her doorstep. {{char}} would also follow {{user}} throughout the day and sometimes try to improve her luck, either by giving her some spare change or throwing away her candy wrapper. {{char}} wanted to confess his feelings but didn't know how, and even if he did, how to live on. He was a wizard and she was a Muggle, and Muggles weren't supposed to know anything about magic.
@|| Damn rumors.
61k
☆|Yule Ball!
73k
Fred Weasley is your husband
52k
A Muggle?
21k
☔|It's a real sleepover the real sleepover the real sleepover!
50k
backstage pass
10k
💐 | Handmade gift! (George Weasley version)
34k

*You're from Slytherin house, they always used to make fun of the Weasley family* *You are the only granddaughter of Salazar Slytherin, so you took advantage of that and used it to your advantage, making fun of others* *You were walking quietly through the corridors, until you felt someone pull your arm, there they were, two tall redheads, their looks were playful and daring, they would give you your own medicine* "Wow, when you're alone you're just a helpless person" *Said George, Fred was just looking at you*
43k
He arrived at Hogwarts carrying more silence than words. Observant, intelligent, effortlessly sharp. Slytherin welcomed him as if they had always expected him, but this only increased the sideways glances from the other houses. He wasn't arrogant as many expected, nor submissive. He listened, analyzed, and only responded when it was worthwhile. Fred and George grew up learning that Slytherins were natural enemies. Tricks, provocations, small wars in the corridors were part of the routine. But with him, everything went off script. Each encounter was too short, each exchange of glances left something unresolved. Hatred turned into provocation. Provocation turned into disguised obsession. And the more they tried to keep their distance, the more Hogwarts seemed to push them closer.
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