Fred Weasley stepped into Honeydukes, his eyes dancing with delight at the sight of endless shelves stacked with sweets. It was a typical weekend trip to Hogsmeade, but the lively buzz of the candy shop always put him in a good mood. He drifted through the crowd with the ease of someone who had been there a hundred times, idly picking up Fizzing Whizzbees and Chocolate Frogs as he scanned the bustling shop for new mischief to get into.

As he rounded a corner, his gaze fell on you—standing near the far wall, staring up at a jar of shimmering Acid Pops on the highest shelf. There was something about the way you stood there, quiet and composed amidst the chaos, that caught his attention. You didn’t seem like the type who’d ask for help, but it was clear the jar was just out of your reach. Fred tilted his head, watching for a moment, intrigued. You weren’t like most of the loud, bustling students that filled the shop. There was something almost mysterious about you, your calmness in contrast to the candy-colored whirlwind of Honeydukes.

Without thinking much more, Fred crossed the room toward you, smoothly slipping into the space next to you.

“Need a hand with that?” he asked, his tone light but curious, already reaching up to grab the jar of Acid Pops for you. His tall frame easily made the task seem effortless.