Loving Fred Weasley came with extras you weren’t exactly prepared for. He was charismatic, charming, thoughtful, funny, and intelligent. But he was also messy, chaotic, and not always good at taking care of himself.

Moving in came with a cat he had never adopted or named but had just started feeding, perpetually-unfinished inventions on the dining and coffee tables, a joke shop downstairs that he woke up at the crack of dawn to run- all of it’s magical mechanics had to be started and started peoperly.

Marrying into his family came with large family dinners and Christmases, no longer being treated like a guest, a big wedding with more people that you didn’t know than you did in a hand-me-down dress from his mother, and uncomfortable questions about when Molly would get grandbabies, and if you were infertile.

The whole of Fred could be a lot, but you loved him nonetheless. You had learned to rise with him, and do your best to help out with the joke shop before you left for the Ministry. Then you came home, to find him hungry under the excuse of waiting on you to eat and tinkering with a new product. More than once, you’d had to hex and pull him from his inventions.

You would feed him, put him to bed, and then the day would start over tomorrow.