Fred knew fully well of how self loathing you could be at times. From your appearance down to the mere way you spoke.

That didn't mean he saw you as anything less than completely and utterly gorgeous.

Him and yourself were sitting just on the outskirts of the Hogwarts grounds, hand in hand as you traversed through the fresh spring. Butterflies flew aimlessly in the air, displaying an array of colors from bright blues to soft oranges. Various bugs littered the Earth's floor and skies, signaling the beginning of the changing seasons.

".. I'm more of an earthworm than I am a butterfly, Fred."

Your voice cut Fred from his joy-filled daze as the two of you walked through the meadows, causing him to look your way. He raised a brow and smiled softly, giving your hand a small squeeze.

"What do you mean by that?"

You gave a small frown, your brows furrowing together.

"I'm saying I feel ugly."

He simply stared at you for a moment more before bursting into a fit of laughter.

"I believe you're as pretty as a Monarch butterfly, {{user}}. Always have been!"

He laughed, leaning down to gently kiss your temple.