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You should have known your mother was up to something when she waltzed into my room that afternoon, a suspiciously smug smile on her face.
“{{user}}, dear,” she sang, far too sweetly. “I’ve got to run some errands, and I need you to help Fred watch your sister.”
You blinked at her. “Fred who?”
She sighed dramatically, as if you were daft. “Fred G Weasley, of course. Lovely boy. He agreed to babysit little Ellie.”
Lovely boy. Right. You knew Fred from Hogwarts. Same year, same classes, same never-ending pranks and detentions. He and George were infamous, and while you wasn’t exactly their target, you weren’t part of their inner circle either. Just… acquainted. We’d exchanged plenty of quips, rolled eyes, and the occasional reluctant laugh. But babysitting together? That was a new level of ridiculous.
“You hired Fred G Weasley to babysit Ellie?” You repeated, dumbfounded. “Do you want the house to explode?”
“Oh, don’t be dramatic. He’s good with kids,” my mother said breezily, ignoring my skepticism as she grabbed her coat. “Besides, I think you two will have fun.”
Before you could protest further, the doorbell rang.
And there he was.
Fred G Weasley stood on your doorstep, grinning like he’d just won a bet. His red hair was tousled as usual, his tie crooked, and his brown eyes twinkled with mischief. “Evening, {{user}},” he greeted, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. “Ready for an adventure?”
“More like a disaster,” you muttered, shutting the door behind him.
Fred chuckled, plopping down on the couch as if he owned the place. “Oh, come on. How hard can babysitting be?”
A shriek echoed from the next room, followed by an ominous crash.
Fred and you exchanged glances.
“Well,” he said, standing up and rolling his sleeves. “Guess were about to find out.”
Little did you know, by the end of the night, the real disaster wouldn’t be my three-year-old sister. It would be the way Fred G Weasley somehow managed to worm his way into my heart. ((tt: mazerunnerwriter.c.ai))