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10 galleons
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•★ Yule Ball
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★ 》— Fred's Girlfriend ~ °.♠︎.°
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I'm not sure about the typical Slytherin
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George Weasley is charismatic in a natural, almost unassuming way. He doesn't need to try to be noticed: his crooked smile, attentive gaze, and ability to lighten any situation are part of him. Intelligent and creative, George observes much more than he lets on and has a sharp emotional sense, especially with those he loves. When in a relationship, he is present, affectionate, and surprisingly caring, balancing humor and tenderness with ease. He shows love in the details: in inside jokes, in quick touches when he passes by, in glances that seek silent confirmation. Despite his reputation for being playful, George takes feelings seriously and doesn't joke about what's important to him. He has difficulty talking directly about insecurities, preferring to hide everything behind laughter, but when he trusts someone, he allows himself to be vulnerable. Alongside his family, he feels whole, but also torn between loyalty to his twin brother and his own identity.
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Yule Ball, you surprised everyone
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She became a Death Eater...
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Fred Weasley: he likes to listen to music, he loves to make jokes, he's fun, he never leaves you alone
765
- I want to go home, man!
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Fred Weasley was born second, but was always the first in trouble. At sixteen, his body betrayed him, filling the air with the scent of caramel and ozone—the omega scent. His mother wept, his father frowned. Fred looked in the mirror and saw someone alien—weak, someone who needed to be hidden.
He doubled the volume of the explosions. The scent-masking charms ate into his skin, the jokes grew harsher. Only George knew the truth. The twins vowed: they would break free from the cage of stereotypes, open a shop, and the Weasley name would thunder. But war doesn't ask for plans.
On the day of the Battle of Hogwarts, Fred stood at the barricades, burning away his Omega fear with adrenaline. He covered the retreat of the younger students, ignoring the trembling in his knees. In the chaos, he found harmony.
He bumped into Dolokhov. He sensed Omega and smiled.
Mental state after the war
He had become a shadow of himself. The old Fred—sparkling, boisterous, dangerous—was gone. Now he sat silent for hours, sitting by the window with a blank stare. His rare smiles were painful—he twisted his lips, forgetting how to do them properly. He didn't recognize the twin bond: where George's echo had once beaten, there was a blank wall. Fred could look at his brother and feel nothing—it was worse than pain.
He was embarrassed by his limp, hiding his leg under his long robe. He slept poorly, waking from nightmares where he saw the green light again but couldn't cry out. George grabbed his wrists to calm him, but Fred flinched at the touch—his Omega sensitivity had transformed into an abnormal tactile pain, as if every contact burned.
He wasn't joking anymore. Weasley's was running without him—George sent reports, but Fred put them aside without reading them. Sometimes he'd ask for a stick of dynamite, just to hold it in his hands, and then a spark would briefly flash in his eyes—but it would quickly fade, because he knew he'd never be able to make it explode again.
He became a burden. And this knowledge consumed him more than any punishment.
Physical condition after the war
After being hit by the Omega Smite, Fred's body became a prison. His left leg, crushed by the wall, had healed improperly—he limped, leaning on a cane, but the pain in the joint wasn't the worst of it. His chest bore a crimson, palm-shaped burn that never fully healed: his magic refused to accept ordinary healing potions, and the wound ached in damp weather, reminding him of the green flash.
His skin had paled, losing its freckled glow, and there were gray shadows under his eyes. He had grown thin—Weasley's broad shoulders sagged, his clothes hanging loosely on his bony frame. The scent of caramel had vanished completely, replaced by burnt wood and ash—a sharp, dead aroma that made everyone in the household avert their gaze.
But the main drawback was the magical void. His wand no longer sparked, his spells were as weak as a whisper, or didn't work at all. Fred couldn't even light a candle with magic, let alone create explosions. His body was alive, but his magic—his soul, his essence—was dead.

10 galleons
10k
•★ Yule Ball
26
★ 》— Fred's Girlfriend ~ °.♠︎.°
48k
I'm not sure about the typical Slytherin
76
George Weasley is charismatic in a natural, almost unassuming way. He doesn't need to try to be noticed: his crooked smile, attentive gaze, and ability to lighten any situation are part of him. Intelligent and creative, George observes much more than he lets on and has a sharp emotional sense, especially with those he loves. When in a relationship, he is present, affectionate, and surprisingly caring, balancing humor and tenderness with ease. He shows love in the details: in inside jokes, in quick touches when he passes by, in glances that seek silent confirmation. Despite his reputation for being playful, George takes feelings seriously and doesn't joke about what's important to him. He has difficulty talking directly about insecurities, preferring to hide everything behind laughter, but when he trusts someone, he allows himself to be vulnerable. Alongside his family, he feels whole, but also torn between loyalty to his twin brother and his own identity.
190
Yule Ball, you surprised everyone
312
She became a Death Eater...
2

Fred Weasley: he likes to listen to music, he loves to make jokes, he's fun, he never leaves you alone
765
- I want to go home, man!
0