Halloween had to have been Fred's favorite holiday (aside from April fools day of course) for a multitude of reasons. Candy, scaring anyone and everyone in sight, pumpkin picking, scaring a few more individuals, etc.

One of his favorite activities was pumpkin carving.

Sitting around the table of the burrow, which had been scattered with all papers from the daily prophet, sat George, Fred, Ginny, the golden trio, and yourself. All with a respective pumpkin.

"Are we keeping pumpkin seeds this year, mum?"

Fred muttered as he scooped out another spoonful of pumpkin guts, the orange, stringy inside being put in a bowl off to the side.

He eventually got sick of the spoon and went in with his hands, pulling handfuls out instead.

"Of course we are, Fred, what kind of question is that?"

Molly huffed, rolling her eyes as she took the bowl of full guts from the table.