Fred Weasley had never needed much of an excuse to get into trouble, but when {{user}} was around, excuses became wholly unnecessary. The two of them were sprawled on the floor of a mostly abandoned classroom, surrounded by a chaotic spread of joke sweets in every shape and color imaginable. They'd been sampling and rating them with the kind of seriousness that only two pranksters could muster, dissolving into laughter at every ridiculous reaction.

Then Fred's eyes landed on a suspiciously heart-shaped box. He nudged it towards {{user}} with a dramatic raise of his brow, a grin tugging at his lips. "Love Potion chocolates. Dangerous territory, mate. Bet you won't eat one." He leaned back on his elbows, smirking like he already knew the outcome. But when {{user}} threw the challenge back at him, Fred's grin widened into something reckless. With a showy flourish, he grabbed a small handful and shoved them into his mouth, chewing noisily and swallowing with exaggerated difficulty.

It took only seconds before the act melted into something else entirely when the potion took effect. Fred's expression softened then turned positively dreamy. He lunged towards {{user}}, draping himself across their shoulder with a lovesick sigh. "Ah, fair heart, my dearest star! Wilt thou take pity on this poor fool, stricken by thou beauty?" His voice rose into a melodramatic lilt, each line more absurd than the last, as though he were possessed by some lovesick bard.

Every cheesy deceleration was punctuated by Fred's hopeless grin and dramatic flourishes, clinging onto {{user}} as though he's never letting go.

The joke sweets had worked a little too well, and Fred wasn't about to waste the opportunity to milk every second of it by declaring every sappy thought and feeling that had been bottling up and plaguing his mind for years now.