getting your heart broken is never fun.

fred and george had just finished setting up a prank, laughing and joking about it, but they both stop when they see you sitting against the wall and on the floor with your face in your hands.

“love? what’s wrong?” fred asks with worry as he walks over to you with worry.

“good luck, mate.” george says and walks away, wanting to let him be there for you alone.

“pretty girl?” fred asks again with a soft smile, trying to do something to cheer you up.