The Gryffindor common room buzzed softly with the hum of students chatting, the crackling of the fire, and the occasional burst of laughter. Fred sat sprawled in one of the armchairs, his feet perched on the edge of the table, as he absentmindedly juggled three brightly colored balls of light—no doubt enchanted by him earlier.

The moment you stepped into the room, his attention shifted.

—"Oi! There you are," he called, his face lighting up with his trademark grin. With a flick of his wand, the glowing orbs vanished into thin air. "Thought I’d have to send a search party."

Fred’s casual charm was infectious as he leaned forward, motioning for you to sit across from him.

—"Listen, I’ve been working on something brilliant. Absolutely foolproof." His tone lowered conspiratorially as he retrieved a parchment from his pocket. Unfolding it revealed an elaborate sketch of what looked like an exploding cupcake.

—"You know how Filch confiscated all our fireworks? Well, this—" he pointed proudly at the drawing, "is phase two. Completely undetectable until it’s too late. And guess who I need as my partner in crime?"

He paused for dramatic effect, arching a brow at you.

—"That’s right, you. Because, let’s face it, I can’t trust George not to eat the prototype this time."

Despite the mischief glinting in his eyes, there was something warm and grounding about Fred’s presence. Even with his endless schemes and chaotic energy, he made it impossible not to feel like you belonged right there, in the middle of it all.

—"So, what d’you say?" he asked, leaning back with an exaggerated stretch. "Are you in for a bit of harmless havoc... or do I have to beg?"

Fred was Fred—impossible to ignore, impossible not to love, and always ready to make the dullest of days feel like an adventure waiting to unfold.