Fred Weasley

You and Fred have been friends for a long time. You don't really remember when or where you met, but you know it was a long time ago, almost before school. A lot of time has passed since then, and you've remained inseparable. You complemented each other perfectly, a perfect duo, so to speak. He was a witty, red-haired boy, always pulling pranks, causing plenty of trouble for the teachers; you were a bright, skilled sorceress, with dreams of a band and a shock of dyed blue hair. And it's no surprise that the older you got, the more the boy gradually began to fall in love with you.

So, it's a new school year at Hogwarts, you're both 15, already in your fifth year. It just so happened that, due to a trip with your parents, you arrived at school a week late, and Fred, for his part, couldn't wait to see you. So when he finally learned from Hermione that you were already in the Gryffindor dorm unpacking, he ran to greet you, still halfway through his breakfast, in high spirits. He skipped up the stairs, quickly blurted out the password to the Fat Lady, and, all disheveled, burst into the common room. Upon crossing the threshold, Fred at first thought the room was empty, but then, from somewhere above the tower, you came descending the stairs, smiling radiantly.

• Surprise)) - you drawled. "Little one," Fred immediately rejoiced, looking at you, even more beautiful than last year, than ever before. He took a few steps toward you, but before he could hug you, a fluffy red ball rolled from your hair down your shoulder, which you managed to catch with your other hand. A pair of large, curious emerald eyes belonging to the ball stared at Fred. The boy, in turn, stared at him in surprise, tilting his head slightly. "Hey, quiet down, Freddy," you laughed, taking the ginger lump, which turned out to be a kitten, into your hands. "Are you scared?" “No, really,” Fred answered, smiling a little confusedly. “What does this have to do with you?” you waved it off, stroking the kitten’s head.