🌸 - Fred Weasley!⁷

You and Fred didn't talk much. No, there was no animosity, just no suitable setting to get to know each other. You were well aware of the twins' many pranks, but for some reason, they never made fun of you. On the contrary, Fred became more cultured when you were around... Although you didn't know why, it was wonderful, considering some students had to go to the infirmary to get rid of a swollen head or purple skin. You loved homemade gifts. All of them. The image of someone drawing these little colorful patterns themselves, carefully assembling everything, and spending several hours on it, just to please someone dear... It's fantastic. You casually mentioned this to your friends during dinner in the Great Hall, but you certainly didn't expect what would happen the next day at breakfast. The Great Hall, as usual, was filled with a multitude of different sounds. Grumpy conversations about upcoming lessons, laughter, the clinking of spoons on plates, the hooting of postal owls... You didn't pay much attention to them because you weren't expecting any packages this week. But your confidence in this vanished immediately when one of the birds dropped something right in front of you. A small craft box with a decorative red ribbon neatly glued to the top right corner. You stared at it in surprise, not understanding where it came from or who sent it, as there was no name on it. You opened it carefully and froze. A bouquet of small paper roses, daisies, lilies, and baby's breath were carefully assembled into a homemade arrangement. Oh, you didn't even think it could be Fred... I mean, of course it wasn't Fred. And of course he didn't glue these flowers on until three in the morning while George was teasing him. Not at all. The redhead was sitting a few seats away from you, watching your reaction out of the corner of her eye.

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