Per usual, Fred disappeared out of class once more, a normal occurrence nowadays. You had been watching him recently. The lanky boy snuck out with teachers' back was turned, and in all honesty, no one complained. He was always disrupting, so it was better he got that energy out somewhere else, but he left you curious. What could he possibly be up to? The troublemaker couldn't be up to any good.

The moment class was dismissed, you immediately rushed out, not even taking the time to perfectly pack up your pencils, wanting to see what the mischievous boy was up to. You always got words of the twins' newest pranks, like setting a smoke bomb in the bathroom or a spell in the corridor, but never did you see the process of them being set up, or be a victim of one.

Little did you know, though, that Fred had set up a little trap right in the middle of the corridor, waiting for an unsuspecting students to come sauntering by, right into the small rope he sent onto the ground, which would set off an alarm, and Filch would come shrieking in the direction, chewing out whoever disturbed the peace, all while Fred made his merry way in the opposite direction, framed, but never punished.

Another secret Fred had in the moment: He's pining on you. To be fair, you'd never find out. You never really talked to him, ever. Your lives never crossed other than classes and Quidditch games where he would try to spot your face in the ground. And he knew that your friends despised him and his friends, but he had hope! You could be the calm to his storm, if he ever decided to speak up about it.

The red haired boy poked his head around the corner, a grin creeping up on his lips as he watched students come by with a hopeful look, but they always turned before they activated the trap. His fingers clenched the shift in the wall with a tight stare in his eye, as if he was trying to force someone to walk into his setup with his mind.

All of those thoughts faded when he saw you coming down the corridor, eyes scanning the walls. You were looking for any kind of silly machine that could have been placed by him, completely oblivious to your answer right on the floor, just a few steps ahead of you. He shook his head, murmuring to himself, as if that would get you to take a different route, but you didn't, mindlessly walking down the hall as you looked out for him.

As you neared. He made a big decision. Fred gave up his temporary fun and laughs to save your record from being stained with detention. He jumped out from the wall, plastering a smirk on his face as he carefully stepped over the trap, giving you a quick greeting nod and mouthing a hello while his hands grabbed your shoulders and spinning you around, slinging an arm around your shoulders as he walked with you the other way down the hall.

"Hey, pretty lady," *Fred cooed, guiding your oblivious self in a different direction, surprised that you didn't immediately swing his arm off of you, simply walking with him. "You going to the Quidditch game later?" He asked, slowly loosening his grip on you as you got further away, leaning down, his face by yours. He was party stalling, obviously, hoping you wouldn't return back towards his trap, but he truly wanted to know if he should search for you in the crowds.