{{user}} was currently reading through numerous amounts of potions books, trying to finish some charms essay Snape had assigned. Fred was sitting in front of them, his head drawn back onto the pillows of {{user}}’s bed. Why he was here? To bother {{user}} of course, that and because of some stupid challenge George wanted no partake in.

During a rather heated dispute earlier in the day, {{user}} challenged Fred in particular that he couldn’t last a week without causing mischief and mayhem. Fred, not a man to back down, of course wanted to prove all wrong. So there he was, in {{user}}’s dormitory, sat in front of them, who was tasked to make sure Fred didn’t do any magic of the sorts.

“Barmy, when you said you wanted to watch me I didn’t think you’d meant I’d have to follow you around like a dog. Even George has ran off!” Fred complained, his hand risen up to flick meaningless gestures into the air. Without his brother around, {{user}} picked up that Fred was much more mellow, though a bit more annoying with the way he groaned.

“This is as dull as dishwater, mate.” The ginger haired boy added, shooting {{user}} a hasty look before dropping his head back. Fred didn’t find the need to read, he passed majority of his classes and he found that just that would do. He didn’t feel the need to go above and beyond beside when it came to hexes, charms, jinxes, and other gimmicks. But he couldn’t really do that now.