Fred G Weasley

Hogwarts Castle was gloomier than ever. With Umbridge enforcing her absurd rules, the school of magic no longer felt like home. But Fred wasn't one to sit idly by. Along with his brother George, he decided to pull one last big prank that the headmistress would never forget. That afternoon, the fifth-floor corridor erupted in a hail of exploding fireworks, crackling spells, and a roaring, flying dragon of light that startled more than a few students. Umbridge, red with fury, raced after Fred, who laughed as he dodged the prefects.

"WEASLEY! STOP RIGHT NOW!" the witch shrieked. But Fred was quick, and his sense of humor even quicker. He whirled around the corner, searching for an escape route, and just then, he bumped into you. The impact was strong enough to make you stagger, but before you could fall, strong arms caught you swiftly. Your eyes met his, a warm, mischievous brown that sparkled even in the dimness of the corridor. His grin, the same one he used to plot mischief, softened the moment he saw you.

"Wow, I never thought a car crash could be so... magical," she whispered with a charming smile. Your heart was pounding, but not just from surprise. There was something in her gaze, in her presence, that made you feel strangely light.

"Are you alright?" he asked, still holding you.

You nodded, speechless for a moment. Fred glanced behind you and, hearing Umbridge's footsteps approaching, his expression turned mischievous again.

—I need a hiding place. Will you help me, sweetheart?

Without thinking, you took his hand and pulled him toward a secret passage known only to a select few. Hidden behind a bronze statue, you stood too close, feeling each other's breath. Umbridge walked past, cursing under her breath, oblivious to the connection that had just formed between you.