Fred Weasley

• Good! You'll have a "good match"!

The door slammed with such force that the paintings in the corridor shook.

Fred Weasley entered the room and began pacing, muttering about "making the right choice." He fell onto his bed, pondering the Houses. Gryffindor? Too obvious. Slytherin? Risky. Ravenclaw? Too clever.

"HuffPuff. Exactly!" he smiled. "Kind. Loyal. Perfect."

The plan is ready.

At first, it was a joke: banter in the hallways, random flowers, gifts. You tried to ignore it, but his smile only widened, knowing it was just a matter of time.

Time passed, and everything became real. He noticed you laughing and waiting for him as much as he did for you. When you quietly said, "Okay..." he didn't respond with a joke, but simply looked at you longer than usual.

Vacation. He's almost trying to persuade you to go with him.

"Everything will be fine," he assures, straightening your tie. A flicker of tenderness flashed in his eyes. It all started as an argument with his parents about a "good match," but you turned out to be the real deal. These months have turned his plans upside down.

The train stopped, platform 9¾ was packed with people. Fred put his arm around your shoulders and kissed your temple.

"Ready to be the biggest sensation in the Weasley family?" he whispered, stepping out first, holding your hand tightly. When you appeared before your parents in a bright tie, silence fell.

"Mom, Dad, meet her," Fred smiled. "This is my girlfriend. Just as you asked: the very essence of Hogwarts."