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hchollym · 1 year

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How do you feel about the 'locking Percy into a pyramid' "prank"? I dunno why, but that specific one has always pissed me off.

I recently saw a post on Screen Rant listing 5 of Fred and George's pranks that were funny & 5 that were cruel, and they listed shutting Percy in a pyramid as funny... I almost screamed. 😡

It's definitely crossing the line. I don't care if Percy could have used magic to escape (which is debatable) or if the twins wouldn't have left him in there for long (which I doubt anyway); it's still wrong.

Bill's entire job is breaking curses at these pyramids; ergo, the pyramids are dangerous. Even if they've checked that this specific pyramid was safe, you never know for sure. There could have been dormant curses that became active in an enclosed space (i.e. when the door was shut) that could have effected Percy.

Not to mention that there could have been spells to prevent the use of certain magic in the pyramids, so Percy may not have been able to get out. He could have run out of oxygen or a part of the ceiling could have collapsed from suddenly closing the door (that's not supposed to be closed), and Percy could have been seriously injured.

I also don't think they would have gotten him out quickly. I fully believe they would have left him there and made some excuse to their family that he went back to the room to study for NEWTs (which his family likely would have believed).

Plus, it would have been terrifying for anyone to be locked in a pyramid, and causing genuine fear is not what I would consider a funny joke.

That being said, I don't actually think the twins intended to hurt Percy or put him in danger (just to be clear, that still does not make it okay). This is an unpopular opinion, and I know it sounds strange, but hear me out: I think the twins literally have no concept of cause & effect.

They don't seem to recognize that behavior = consequences (I don't mean consequences as in a punishment; I mean the consequences to other people that are effected). They compartmentalize their actions as being one-and-done jokes that don't have any lasting effects, and part of that is because they are incapable of taking responsibility. They know it's not fun to get in trouble, but it's never their fault when it happens; it's Percy's for being too dramatic or Ron's for being too sensitive, etc.

I headcanon that Fred & George both have ADHD (though Fred's is slightly more severe), because they have many characteristics of it (and ones that I see commonly in my students). That is not to say that all people with ADHD act this way, but it can certainly be a symptom of it. Since people with ADHD struggle with executive functioning skills, this can manifest in ways such as having trouble connecting "right now" to the future or having difficulty understanding why they hurt somebody's feelings.

This has been a pattern with Fred & George, even at a very young age (i.e. when they turned Ron's teddy bear into a giant spider), and that's why I tend to think that they have ADHD, and unfortunately, some of their traits were exacerbated by Molly & Arthur's parenting. Molly & Arthur were never consistent with them; sometimes they were punished for behavior (by Molly), but other times they were rewarded with positive feedback such as laughter (by Arthur). When children aren't held accountable for their actions consistently, it makes it very difficult to create a connection between actions, consequences, and remorse. This becomes an even bigger problem when the child is not neurotypical.

Anyway, this turned into a bit of a rant (sorry), but the point is, this "joke" was completely out of line, regardless of their motives.

Thanks for the ask! 😊

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mirrorofliterature · 1 year

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percy vs the twins is a smoke screen

or: the real issue isn’t between the twins and percy, it’s between all the weasley children and their parents, and the twins took out their frustration on percy - and to a lesser but still considerable extent ron - much more accessible targets than their parents.

like, george and fred - particularly fred - clearly lack appropriate outlets for their energy, they are chronically understimulated. they are very intelligent and clever, and it’s almost similar to james and sirius in a way - pranking because they are just so bored otherwise. quidditch is a useful outlet, but I think that they think the only way they can get their parents attention - particularly molly’s - is by acting out, gathering that negative attention is better than none.

it doesn’t help (and this has been pointed out by many others before) that they receive conflicting reactions from their parents, with molly scolding and yelling and arthur tacitly encouraging them.

I do think that george and fred do bear some responsibility for their at times abhorrent treatment of percy and ron, but I think the larger responsibility lays at molly and arthur’s feet for not properly nurturing their sons’ emotional needs.

tl;dr: the weasley children need to unite against their parents and george and fred were little shits because they lacked proper enrichment, goodnight!

#percy weasley #fred weasley #george weasley #weasley twins #weasley family critical #molly weasley critical #arthur weasley critical #look do I think that molly and arthur were terrible parents? no but their traumatised and inadequate parenting did traumatise their children #and was unhealthy #so #hp #rambles

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aquariusdeanw · 2 years

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there aren’t many tropes that are sadder than one twin dying while the other is alive

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cixxsxturn · 1 year

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weasley siblings and their favourite taylor swift album (according to me, if the books were set in more modern times)

bill: he likes lover a LOT. he gets teased about it but my guy over here is a hopeless romantic and has lover (the song) as his most played on spotify wrapped. he was a 1989 stan before lover came out 100%. his favourite songs are lover and daylight. he knows all the taylor drama and was avidly listening to debut, which was what got percy into taylor swift a few years later.

charlie: reputation. this was his first taylor album and he loves every song. when he first went to work with dragons, this was the latest album and he knew percy liked it, so he downloaded and listened to it on repeat so that they could talk about it. in his free time, he probably annotates the shit out of the lyrics of different songs. his favourite songs are ...ready for it? and i did something bad. his second favourite album is midnights. he was hella hyped for the release as he hoped for rep vibes. it didn't really happen but he adores it all the same.

percy: evermore stan. he lives, breathes, dies this album. his thinks the best song on the album is ivy due to the lyrics, but he enjoys right where you left me the most. he doesn't listen to it's time to go much bc the song hits a bit too hard for him. his second favourite album is between folklore and reputation. folklore for the lyrics, and reputation for the album's cohesiveness. he, too, annotates taylor's music.

fred: in public, he says his favourite is red, but he actually likes debut the most. he can't explain it, but the youth in taylor's voice and the lyrics are just something he really enjoys. his favourites are a place in this world and our song. his red favourites are starlight and message in a bottle.

george: his top two are red and folklore. where his twin is more active when he listens to taylor, george prefers to study to taylor. he keeps the volume fairly low and kinda vibes while he gets shit done. his favourite song on red is begin again and on folklore it's hoax.

ron: speak now. 200%. a personal hc of mine is that percy was practically a parent to his younger siblings, and percy used to sing never grow up to them when they were younger. he never really listened to taylor's music, but as he grew older and re-bonded with percy, he started to listen to speak now again. he thinks he has grown out of never grow up, and thoroughly enjoys innocent and mine, the latter which becomes one of hermione's favourites as well. his second favourite album is red, which is hermione's favourite.

ginny: she doesn't like taylor swift bc of the extent of the internalised misogyny 💀 BUT when she moves out, she becomes a fearless girlie. her favourite songs on the album are fearless and the way i loved you. her second favourite album is lover. she connected to the man on a spiritual level and, despite what people say, she adores you need to calm down.

bonus (don't scroll if you like molly and arthur)

molly: little miss misogyny does NOT like taylor swift. she slut shames like it's nobody's business

arthur: doesn't care. he's a bit busy being negligent.

#taylor swift #harry potter #harry potter headcanon #taylor swift and harry potter #ginny weasley #ron weasley #fred weasley #george weasley #percy wealsey #charlie weasley #bill weasley #the weasley siblings #the weasleys #saturn-thinks #arthur wealsey critical #molly weasley critical

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theflatpancakes · 2 months

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My ranking of the Weasley siblings in order from favorite to least:

1. Charlie

2. Bill

3. Fred

4. George

5. Ron

6. Percy

7. Ginny

Tbh Ron and Percy could be either or, Percy's pretty cool imo but I don't wanna put Ron all the way at 6 since he's already pretty far down at 5 😭🙏

#kennykibitz #i will be taking no criticism #charlie weasley #bill weasley #fred weasley #george weasley #ron weasley #percy weasley #ginny weasley

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desideriumwriter · 10 months

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Me, You, and The Stars | F.W

Summary: A tipsy Fred finds you hiding outside during a party, asks you a question that you aren’t able to answer, and convinces you to dance.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader (no pronouns used!)

Category: Fluff

WC: 1.3k

CWs: mentions of alcohol, drinking

A/N: this is just a small fic i came up with a week ago, hope you enjoy! feedback/criticism is gratefully appreciated!

You laid on the grass in Lee Jordans backyard. Listening to the muffled music and people talking coming from inside the house behind you as you stared at the night sky.

It was another house party you dragged yourself to only for Fred and George's sake. They constantly complained about how you rarely went out on weekends.

“You do practically nothing every weekend! Just come along to Lee's party!” Fred cried.

“Come on! Just this one time!” George added, which was definitely a lie.

George wasn’t as pushy as Fred, but he loved to join in on persuading you to go.

The first few times they had you go out to a party with them, they practically had to drag you out the door.

During the parties, you’d always stick by Fred’s side. He didn’t mind, but he did care about you getting social interaction, putting yourself out there, he wanted you to come out of your shell.

“You’re following me like a lost dog.” He chuckled, “You don’t have to stay with me the entire time you know? You can go and talk to other people, love.”

You really tried to talk to people tonight, other people, rather than the same five people you were able to hold a conversation with. (Fred, George, Hermione, Ron, and Harry.)

You tried to listen in on others' conversations so you knew the topic and how you could jump into it, you tried standing or sitting near others, hoping they would talk first, you tried pretending you recognized people there, complimenting others.

“Leanne, right? I’m pretty sure we sit at the same table in the great hall.”

“Are you guys excited for the Yule Ball?”

“Did you guys see what Professor Moody did last week to Malfoy?”

“I really like the dragon on your shirt! Are they your favorite creature?”

“Angelina, I heard you’re going to the Yule Ball with George!”

“Who do you think is gonna win the triwizard tournament?”

“Are you guys talking about the test last week in Flitwick's class?”

No matter what you tried, nothing would seem to be able to hold a normal conversation long enough, nothing would stop the weirded out or confused stares you got. You’d usually give up after a few awkward and failed conversations, you would find an empty spot to sit in, hide in the bathroom for a little, or find your way back to one of the twins.

But tonight, it felt as if every corner was crowded, there was a never-ending line outside of the bathroom, and you couldn’t find any sign of either of the twins or Lee, there was no sight of the two redheaded boys' heads sticking out from the top of the crowds.

You asked around, some kids just shrugged at you, some gave you answers, pointed to where they last saw them, but no matter where you followed where they said, you couldn’t find them.

However, the backyard seemed like a good place to go to get away from everyone. There was a few people sitting on the chairs outside and in the pool. You were able to slip through the crowd of people, and through the back doors. You stole a random pool towel that was laying on one of the chairs, walked a little farther away from the house, searched for a nice spot on the grass, set the towel down neatly, and laid down.

It felt better than being inside. You were able to get away from all the noise. You could enjoy the silence of the late night.

You looked at the sky, the stars splayed out across it, you felt the cool and calm breeze of the cold air.

After what had to be ten minutes, you heard the back door open, then footsteps coming near you, you sighed and screwed your eyes shut, expecting and preparing for a possibly random drunk kid making sure you were alive.

But, when you opened your eyes, a familiar face was peering down at you, you smiled as soon as he came into your vision.

“Hi, Freddie. What are you doing out here?”

“Thought you might’ve dropped dead, I had to check. What are you doing out here?” He furrowed his brows together with a clumsy smile on his face, swaying towering over you.

“Escaping.” You smirked.

“Ah, I should've known.” He teased, soon taking the spot next to you and clumsily laying down.

You laid together in the comfortable quiet of the night. Perfectly happy to be next to each other.

“Marry me.” Fred blurted out.

“What?” You raised your head and looked at him. He scooted right next to you, laying on his side and propping his head up on his fist.

“Marry me.” He said cheerily.

“Do you even have a ring on you?”

“No, but we could get one.” He shrugged, getting closer to you by hovering over you. You took a good look at his face for a second.

“Have you been drinking?” Your brows knit together.

“I’m just a littleee drunk right now.” He narrowed his eyes with a cheesy grin on his face while he pinched his index finger and thumb together.

“You idiot!” You laughed and lightly slapped your hand against his chest.

“An idiot that you’re dating, love.” He tapped his finger on the tip of your nose, then gave you a quick but passionate kiss. You grimaced after getting the taste of liquor just from those few seconds of his lips touching yours.

“Ugh! I can taste the firewhiskey on your lips! How much have you drunk?” You chuckled as you playfully shoved him away when he tried to kiss you again. He dramatically gasped, acting as if you’d actually hurt him as he sat up.

“How rude! You won’t even kiss your own boyfriend!” He put a hand over his chest, faux offended.

“I’m not kissing you when you taste like gross liquor. I'm not marrying you until you ask me when you're sober and once we're done with school.” You sat up and scoffed playfully.

“That’s fair…I guess. Well, will you dance with me at least?” Fred quickly stood up, reaching out his hand for you to grab. You realized you could still hear the muffled music coming from inside the house.

“I’m not dancing.” You stared at his hand and then back at him, he jokingly pouted out his bottom lip and raised his brows.

“Fine.” You rolled your eyes as you grabbed his hand to help you up.

You listened closely to the song playing, trying to find your rhythm with it. It was a good song for dancing, the tempo was nice, it wasn’t too fast or too slow, but it was upbeat.

You soon gave up on trying to dance nicely. No one was watching anyways, it’s only you and Fred out here. And his dancing was just moving his body around and shaking his head, spinning, failing his arms around, jumping, and looking like he had no control of his limbs, he looked like one of those inflatable air dancers you’ve seen outside of muggle car dealerships.

“Fred Weasley, you are an dumbass.” You laughed at the way he moved.

“Stop insulting me and dance already!” He grabbed your hand, waving it around, you gave in and copied his silly movements.

You both danced like idiots, spinning around each other, copying dance moves, giggling at how silly each other looked. Eventually the song had ended and you both stopped.

You pulled Fred closer to you and connected your lips to his, this time you ignored the taste of alcohol that had transferred from his lips to yours.

You didn’t care about the liquor on his lips anymore, you got to share a kiss with the boy you loved more than anything under the stars.

tell me what you thought! <3

#fred weasley #fred weasley fanfic #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley fic #fred weasley fluff #fred weasley x gn!reader #fred weasley x fem!reader #weasley twins

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joka13 · 7 months

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FANFICTION: Weasley Twins x Reader (Slytherin Girl) - Part 26

WARNINGS: British swearing

You, Fred, and George stroll cheerily down the hall together. At some point, an unspoken agreement is made and the three of you start skipping in unison. Your laugh echos throughout the halls. You're so happy that you feel like you could jump up into the air and start flying about without the assistance of a broom. Just when you're beginning to believe that nothing could ruin your mood, you turn a corner and almost plow into Professor Umbridge.

"Oh!" Umbridge exclaims, stumbling a few steps back.

"Sorry, Professor!" you quickly apologize in hopes that it will save you and the twins from detention. "We didn't see you there..."

Umbridge smiles tightly and straightens her feathery, light pink hat. "Obviously not." She brushes down her matching pink cardigan and skirt. "And where are you all coming from?"

"The vivarium," you reply smoothly. You had already rehearsed the lie many times in your head in case of an encounter such as this. The vivarium is right across from the Room of Requirement, so, unless she had somehow seen you exit the Room, your answer would give Umbridge no reason to be suspicious. "I just adore magical creatures!" You give her an ecstatic smile for added effect, and you see in your peripheral vision Fred and George exchanging a look over your head.

Umbridge blinks. "Ah. And are you aware that you are late for class?"

"Yes," you sigh. You pull an exasperated expression and nod in George's direction. "This one accidentally knocked over a cage of Cornish Pixies and they all got loose!"

"I—!" George starts to defend himself, but you quickly grind the heel of your shoe into the toe of his. George goes silent.

"As I said, it was an accident. I'm glad we were able to clean it all up as fast as we did," you chuckle sheepishly.

"I'm assuming that means everything is back in order?" Umbridge asks, checking her watch.

"Yes, Ma'am," you reply stoutly. "I made sure of—"

She waves a hand impatiently. "Yes, yes, fine, fine. Off to class now." Professor Umbridge quickly shuffles past you and the twins and continues on her way.

After a few moments of waiting for Umbridge to be out of earshot, Fred pokes you in you in the side teasingly. "Wow, y/n, I think that's the first time I've ever heard you fib!"

You slap his hand away, giggling. "No, it's not. I'm just so good at it that you didn't realize when it was happening."

"Really?" Fred asks curiously. He seems a bit concerned.

"Yeah," George answers for you as he massages the end of the shoe you stepped on. "It was when she called you handsome."

You and Fred laugh. It was as much of an insult to George as it was to Fred, seeing as how they are identical twins.

"Sorry, but I don't quite remember y/n ever calling me handsome," Fred says, pretending to wipe a tear from under his eye.

"Really? Well, we'd better fix that!" you snort.

Fred and George both cock an orange eyebrow as you make a show of quickly combing your fingers through your hair and clearing your throat in preparation.

"Oh, Fred! You're so handsome!" you swoon, dramatically putting the back of your hand to your forehead like an actress would.

To your surprise, only George laughs. Fred wears a critical expression. He shakes his head.

"You're almost there," Fred says. "But it's more like this." He proceeds to reenact your hand motion, and then faints on top of George who exclaims in alarm, barely catching him. After a few seconds, Fred opens his eyes and stares dreamily up at George (who's still holding him).

"Fred?" Fred says to George. "I-Is that you?"

"'Tis I, y/n," George replies, looking down at Fred with smoldering eyes. "Your knight in shining... I'm sorry, you're bloody heavy," George laughs, breaking character, and drops Fred. Fred lets out a girlish scream as he falls to the floor.

You clap your hands enthusiastically in applause, howling with laughter.

"That was just brilliant!" you try to say sarcastically, but you're still laughing.

"Thank you, thank you," Fred huffs as he gets to his feet and brushes his robes off. "Now it's your turn." He opens his arms in offering, and you giggle.

"I don't think so. We best be getting off to class now," you say in a lousy Umbridge impersonation.

"But class has got to be 'bout halfway done by now," says George. "I don't see a point in going."

Fred nods. "Agreed."

The twins turn to stare at you, waiting for your own agreement. After a moment of you staring back with no other reaction, they pull out their ultimate weapon: the goofy, toothy, crooked grin.

You can't help but smile and you groan, covering your face with both hands in giddy embarrassment as you blush.

"C'mon, y/n," Fred encourages, moving to wrap his arm around your shoulders slyly.

George does the same on your other side. "Life's made for livin'!" He clicks his tongue. "Say, how often do you fly?"

You peek out from between your fingers curiously. "Never."

Fred and George immediately lock eyes with each other and share a knowing smirk. "Guess we know what we're gonna do," they chuckle in unison.

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wallflower-collection · 1 year

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A Moment of Peace

Summary - After a night of setting up pranks, Fred Weasley is on a search to find a certain ravenclaw, you.

Word Count - 983

It was the middle of night, actually it was already well past midnight when the pair of young men found themselves walking down the long hallway. Rain was loudly pounding on the windows and Fred sighed to himself thinking of how grateful he was that this nights’ pranking plans could all be set up indoors. “Think it’s time we go back to the dorm,” George asked his brother.

“Why don’t you head back and I’ll catch up? I’ve got one last spot to set up.” George raised his eyebrow at his twin's response, he knew there were no more pranks to be placed. Against his best judgment, George bid Fred goodnight and trekked to his dorm room for a much needed sleep. Fred was headed straight for Ravenclaw tower, which just happened to be your house. Fred had bribed a first year to prop the door open for him to make it easier to pay you a nighttime visit. As he reached the top of the steps he mumbled a quiet “perfect” as the door was just ever so slightly ajar.

To his surprise though, you were not in your normal spot in the common room. Although he would never call it dating, it now had become a routine for him to visit you after everyone else had gone to bed. Fred was sure you knew he’d be coming to see you tonight. You had even told him you’d be sitting by the fireplace waiting for him. He took in a deep breath thinking of where you could possibly be. You’d never been late to see him, in fact, he’s never known you to be late for anything.

A tightens began to form in his chest as his mind raced. “You cannot possibly be worried about them,” he thought to himself before continuing on with his list of places to search for you. Fred began to pace the common room and decided it would be best to first see if you were on the upper floor. He knew for a fact that as soon as he saw you he’d have to criticize your now imperfect record of being on time. After practically leaping up the flight of stairs Fred found himself in another large living space. He was the only person in it.

His fists balled up at his sides as his heart began to race even faster. His one last shot before promptly breaking down your room’s door and perhaps searching the entirety of Hogwarts for you was the set of gold spiral stairs in the middle of the room. He knew that the Ravenclaw common room had multiple floors seeing as it was a tower, but how many could this place have? These stairs, however, didn’t lead to another room at all. Fred found himself at the very top of Ravenclaw tower, free from the walls of Hogwarts.

“Y/N,” he shouted, which caused you to jump with surprise. This was very precarious seeing as you were sitting on the railing of the balcony with your back against a stone pillar. You had come to the top of the tower for a moment of peace. You would never give up a chance to sit outside during a rainstorm. “What are you doing out here in the rain,” Fred questioned you. He quickly wrapped his arms around you to hold you steady against his chest. You could hear the quick, hard beats of his heart as your right ear was pressed against his chest.

“Frederick Gideon, were you worried about me,” you questioned him.

“It’s very self indulging for you to think that,” he quickly snapped back.

“I never thought I’d see the day Fred Weasley was so worried about me that his first instinct was to hold me in his arms,” you said with a chuckle.

“Oi! It’s only because you aren’t as perfect as you seem. You were late to see me, I thought only the worst could be happening to you. Why else would there be a reason for you not to see me,” Fred responded as he took a step back from you. You swung your legs over the railing and placed both of your feet flat on the ground. “You think I’m perfect,” you asked sarcastically. A soft growl could be heard escaping Fred’s lips.

You walked over to him and softly placed both your hands on his chest. He turned his head up and away from you. This gave you the perfect opportunity to place a swift kiss along his jawline. He quickly moved his head back down to look at you and you would almost swear you saw a faint blush creep across his cheeks. “It is sweet that you were worried, honestly,” you spoke to him. He wrapped his arms around you, leaving no space between the two of you. Fred placed a kiss on your head and said,” Don’t expect me to be going soft on you now.”

“Never would dream of it. I would absolutely never call you to my aid.”

“You shouldn’t. I’d just pretend I couldn’t hear you.”

“So do I get you to myself tonight,” you asked cheekily.

“Will there be any innocent roommates in the vicinity,” Fred asked.

“Shouldn’t be, they all left for the night.”

“I will grace you with my presence until dawn then if you would like.”

“You’ve never even been awake early enough to know what dawn is,” you said to him. You pulled yourself out of his arms and took one of his rough hands in yours. Guiding him back to your dorm room, a place he’ll never forget how to find. Although he may never admit it, the two of you fell asleep soundly that night after Fred explained to you what pranks he and George had been setting up that night. You, of course, we’re curled up tightly in his arms.

#fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley fluff #wizarding world imagine #wizarding world fanfiction

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carewyncromwell · 3 months

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Okay, I blame @maleliddell for making me think about this, but...this Lunar New Year marks the year of the Dragon, right? And the thought occurred to me that Charlie would be so disappointed if it turned out he was not born in the year of the Dragon, so I looked it up. And when I did, I found out something that just cracks me up.

Charlie was born in 1972...year of the Rat. As in Percy's-pet-Scabbers Rat.

So yeah, definitely sad Charlie, knowing he wasn't born in year of the Dragon. But to rub some salt into the wound, you want to know which Weasley was born in the year of the Dragon?

PERCY.

Yes. The least outdoorsy, hot-tempered, and wild of all of the Weasleys was born in 1976, a year associated with Charlie's favorite magical creature. Sorry, I just find that absolutely hysterical. 😂

(The other Weasleys' Chinese zodiac signs under the cut, just for kicks!)

Arthur ~ 1950 ~ Year of the Tiger

confident, brave, magnetic, idealistic, thrill-seeking, arrogant, selfish; symbolizes bravery

Molly ~ 1949 ~ Year of the Ox

diligent, gentle, hardworking, reliable, patient, materialistic, stubborn; symbolizes diligence

Bill ~ 1970 ~ Year of the Dog

helpful, honest, trustworthy, unselfish, pessimistic, anxious, timid; symbolizes protection

Charlie ~ 1972 ~ Year of the Rat

ambitious, charming, talkative, resourceful, private, frugal, critical; symbolizes wisdom

Percy ~ 1976 ~ Year of the Dragon

outspoken, energetic, generous, intelligent, perfectionistic, egocentric, impatient; symbolizes authority and good fortune

Fred and George ~ 1978 ~ Year of the Horse

amusing, enthusiastic, independent, persuasive, irresponsible, moody, opportunistic; symbolizes indomitable spirit

Ron ~ 1980 ~ Year of the Monkey

entertaining, intelligent, optimistic, sociable, fickle, secretive, unpredictable; symbolizes cunning

Ginny ~ 1981 ~ Year of the Rooster

adventurous, charitable, funny, loyal, argumentative, boastful, self-involved; symbolizes punctuality and fidelity

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #charlie weasley #percy weasley #arthur weasley #molly weasley #bill weasley #fred weasley #george weasley #ron weasley #ginny weasley #for the record carewyn would be a rat too! my mum's one too #both jacob and gilderoy lockhart would be dragons #lane is a rooster while her sisters pearl and claire and brother blaise are a dragon horse and pig #lane's mum marilyn is a pig too just like blaise #and I myself am a horse :D ...lane's dad charles cromwell is too actually *cringes*

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pa1nkill3r · 2 months

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Day 2,557 [G.W]

[Pairing:] George Weasley x GN!Reader

[Summary:] A boy comes into the joke shop with his mother; It felt all too weird for the one-eared owner to feel so at ease, something he never felt for the past 7 years.

[Warnings:] angst, sad, major character death (not Fred obv), reincarnation, grief, mourning, swearing

[a/n:] Scrolling through facebook and getting videos of children talking about their past lives really intrigued me. This is my first fic and it might be bad so please don’t bully me, I’m sensitive <3 (jkjk but I am open for constructive criticism!)

[a/n; March 2024] I wrote this draft back in 2021 or 2022 I believe, waiting desperately for the opportunity to finish and post this. That time never came. Now, 2 or 3 years later, I gravely admire my vocabulary, creativity, and passion for writing back then. Honestly speaking, moving schools killed my spark and I am desperate to get it back. For now, I am working on reviving that spark within me by going back to where I started. Even though the HP fandom isn't as active as it used to be, I would still like to share this piece I made because I am so, so proud of my younger self.

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There was something about Y/N wearing white that George loved so much. He always got so giddy and cute which in turn made their eyes roll and mouth grin.

The way Y/N looked sitting at the Great Hall with their white sleeves rolled to their elbows, one hand under their chin and the other twirling a spoon while their eyes dragged along their charms textbook, cramming in as much information as they could for the upcoming test that afternoon.

Or that time at the Yule Ball when they thought it’d be funny to wear an all white ensemble because: “What?...I wanted to feel like a bride at their wedding.” whilst having the best night with George, their “groom”.

Even small moments like when they would steal a shirt from George’s drawer and wear it to sleep. He loved every single bit of it, even if it cost him many shirts.

He truly never got enough of them wearing white. So seeing them in a casket wearing that same color 7 years ago, looking so peaceful and so… dead. That killed him. That’s the last time he will see them in white; That’s the last time he’s going to see them at all.

That was the last time he could actually feel their hand rather than just dried oil on linen canvas, framed in oak and hung atop his bed. How he wished their eyes could roll one more time at how stupidly in love their boyfriend is with them, especially in white.

Voldemort’s reign of terror had ended, as well as the lives of many others, and maybe even George. They were a horcrux he never made, his life force created by deep love and affection rather than the hunger for immortality.

It never got easier even after 7 years, he simply just got used to it.

He got used to the feeling of an empty bed. He got used to gripping onto a cold body pillow instead of a warm figure and a heartbeat with Y/H/C hair disturbing his lips. He got used to counting the days since their death which gravely disturbed Fred, his twin. He got used to waking up everyday and checked off a box from the calendar with an absurd amount of numbers on it.

Admittedly he is doing better than he did 7 years ago. No more jumping from every small sound and drawing out his wand in the middle of the night. No more vivid dreams of several dead bodies laid across the Great Hall. No more crying himself to sleep. No more missed dinners. No more grieving.

He’s longed for them longer than he has actually been with them. But his love never faltered. Not once.

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Day 2,557

It's now exactly 7 years since the Battle of Hogwarts. And in a month it would be the 7th anniversary of his obituary for Y/N on the Daily Prophet, a suggestion made by Percy to try and help his grieving brother. It helped, but not really.

The small May 2nd, 2005 box wrote “Baby Vic’s Birthday!” in bold red ink. George moved the yellow paper star that stuck gently onto the calendar with paper tape as Fred walked into his room. Envelope in his hands, bread between his teeth, and a beautiful haughty looking owl on his shoulder.

“Fun to finally see you up, Georgie!” Fred greeted sarcastically as George hummed in response. “Bill just sent an owl that little Vicky’s turning 5!"

"That is usually how birthdays work, Freddie." George joked, grabbing his wand and with a flick, his bed is magically fixed. "I'm not a dumbass, you know?" Fred chuckled lightly as he handed George the letter from Bill and Fleur, "They're hosting a party for her at the Burrow at 5."

He took the piece of parchment and flattened it by his desk before pulling it closer to his face, his back mindlessly pinning itself to the wall.

Dear Fred and George,

Bill here, As you should know, it's baby Victoire's 5th birthday today and we would really like love to have you two come by the Burrow at 5 pm.

Vic really misses you both. Uncle George this, Uncle Fred that. She’s going to be like you two one day, I’m tellin’ ya. She loves listening to stories you tell her, especially the ones about Y/N and Tonks. She thinks that they’re the coolest people ever and that she wished she could meet them. I simply told her that one day she would, but it’ll be far far away from now.

Hope to see you later! Please owl back immediately, Vic’s got Ginny’s temper.

xx Bill

“I’ve already owled them my ‘happy birthday’ letter before Chouette came.” Chouette, the owl cooed at the mention of her name. Slightly shuffling her feathers therefore lightly tickling Fred's neck, making him shiver. The haughty owl flew from Fred's shoulder to George's making the younger twin chuckle.

"Seems like Chouette is telling you to take a bath, mate." George laughed as the back of Fred's hand flew to his forehead. "I got us crepes and bread for breakfast! And you go on and call me stinky?" Fred exclaimed dramatically.

"How 'bout you be a dear and write to Bill and Fleur that we are going to Vic's party, alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll do that." George agreed, taking out a roll of parchment from his desk drawer as well as a quill and a bottle of ink. "While I eat my breakfast and write this, will you be a dear and take a bath!" Fred cackled at his younger brother's statement. Though in a bit the sound of water dropping down the shower head echoed through the small flat above the shop.

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School owls poured in as numerous Hogwarts students wanted to take advantage of the annual “54% off ‘End of War’ sale” at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes held in memory of the fallen 50. Because in Fred and George’s philosophy, “...We might not be able to save them, but they can save our customers over 50% off of all our products!”

It seemed insensitive but it’s the thought that counts. They wanted to make sure that their passing didn’t go to waste, even if it is counted as a discount to the famous Diagon Alley shop.

Mr. Weasley and Mr. Weasley were rather busy picking up and shipping out their joke products, sending it to the owls who were perched up in a little area at the back of the store, nibbling on insects Verity; a part of their staff had handed them before sending them back to the school her bosses previously dropped out of.

It was nearing lunch time when everyone wearing magenta robes stocked up the shelves again, having been sending out owls since 8 in the morning when they heard a clanging from the front doors, signaling that a customer had finally came; A middle aged woman looked starstruck whilst holding onto a young boy that’s slowly getting out of her grip, having the same eagerness as his mother.

It wasn’t unusual for customers to react this way coming into the Weasley’s joke shop. The boy’s eyes sparkled while the mother looked in admiration. The mother crouched down to hold onto her son, keeping him from running while his mouth spilled with words.

“Mum, we have to get something for Mia!” the boy cried out eagerly, eyes darting towards every single corner of the store. George’s mouth upturned into a sloppy grin whilst listening to the boy.

“Marty, that’s sweet of you, but we already got the quill she wanted.” The mother said quietly, running her hands over the boy’s shoulders, easing it. “And it’s your birthday...” George didn’t know what came after that as he took the chance and walked towards the small family with a big smile on his face, quickly followed by Fred.

“Heard it’s a little man’s birthday.” inclined George, hands in his pockets and head down turned. The mother looked up and stood from her spot, giggling slightly as she kept a hold of her son’s shoulders. “What’s your name?” he asked, now being the one to crouch down in front of the boy.

The boy tilted his head to the side, eyes slightly strained. He looked both confused and hyper focused at the same moment. Though weird, George thought nothing of it. After all, he was a kid, the man he’s looking at has one ear, and the hyperfixation was quickly ended by the slight shake of his shoulders. The mother looked down at her son, silently telling him to introduce himself. And so he did.

"I'm Martin! I turn 6 today!" the boy said enthusiastically,bringing a smile on George's face. Being around Martin felt odd, it felt so unapologetically peaceful and rather… familiar.

"SIX?!" Fred loudly piped in. "Well now that's big, little man!"

The mother was slightly startled by the appearance of the ginger's twin, though the same cannot be said about Martin who simply smiled absentmindedly.

"I knew you before." said Martin, eyes targeting the younger twin. George smiled and kept close to the boy, keeping the conversation going. "Really?" he asked with vivid curiosity, he did not recognise the boy or his mother but fueling a child's imagination wouldn't hurt anyone.

"How?" piped in Fred, now also crouching beside his twin, "And why just him?" he asked comedically, pointing to his brother.

"Since we were 11." Answered Martin with no signs of struggle on his face. The red haired owners looked at each other, though more in disbelief than in confusion.

"Thought you said you were 6, Martin?" George asked with a kind look on his face. The boy’s mother shook her son’s shoulder harder than she did the past few times, mumbling “Marty, what did I tell you?” in tired disbelief.

“M’sorry mum.” Martin said with a pinch of sincerity before turning back to face the bigger man in front of him. “I was 20 before I became 6.” “Marty.”

Chilling, the owners thought. As they were 20 at the time of the battle of Hogwarts.

“I’m so sorry Mr.--”

“Weasley.” Fred replied as the confusion simmered throughout his twin brother. “S’really nothing to worry about Mrs.--?”

“Edevane. But I truly am sorry, he’s just a very imaginative little kid. Always has stories of his quote-unquote ‘past life’.“ she explained, making the kid become a bit mad. “But mum, it’s true!-”

“Marty, how about we look around the store, alright? Mr. and Mr. Weasley could show us around perhaps?” Mrs. Edevane hinted to the twin owners, relief gracing their legs as they were now able to stand on their feet.

“Yes, we can certainly do that! Come along Marty, tell us more about this ‘past life’ of yours.” Fred’s arm wrapped around the small boy’s shoulders, showing him around the color filled shop. “Sorry about that Mrs. Edevane.” he added mischievously, “Here at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, we like to encourage creativity and imagination.”

“--As it is the reason we got here.” George finished, giving Mrs. Edevane a kind smile as they start roaming around the shop. “Uhh. Mr. Weasley.” Her fingers tapped onto George’s shoulder. His head whipped around and mouth about to open when suddenly the 6 year old spoke; “Mum, Mr. Weasley’s name is George. This one’s Fred.”

The utter shock that went through the twin wizards was clear as day. No where in the shop did it say the owner’s names. Even their name tags; The little badge pinned on their suits merely wrote ‘Mr. Weasley’. Fred, being the initiator that he is, leaned forward. “Now how can you be so sure, Marty?” he teased, “What if I tell you that you’re wrong?”

Martin simply smiled, angling his head a bit to the side again. “Mr. George has a longer face, down turned eyes and eyebrows, he’s a bit taller than you, Mr. Fred. You have a squarer face and shorter features than him.” he explained smoothly and innocently. As if it’s something he’s observed over the course of his whole life.

“Ma’am, I’m afraid your son’s a genius.” George joked, even if he’s visibly disturbed, though nonetheless intrigued. Nobody has ever differentiated them this way, even their own mother. Though one person did. The one he cherished most. The mother smiled, holding onto her son once again.

“I’m no genius.” Martin spoke, a shy smile gracing his small little lips, so identical to the person’s portrait above George’s bed. He even said their typical response to their mind being praised.

“-- I just quietly observe.”

Martin spoke but George merely whispered. A shiver ran through his spine, heart pumping, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. It could’ve all been a coincidence. One big coincidence served on a silver platter, garnished with confusion and terrifying accuracy.

“Mr. Weasley?”

He snapped back, giving the woman a sign to continue. “Uh, I just wanted to ask... err. Why that big of a discount? Why is it 54% off of everything? That doesn’t really sound like a good marketing strategy, doesn’t it?” She asked curiously.

“Well Mrs. Edevane.” George started, seeing as Fred and little Martin were still going around the shop. “Remember the last wizarding war?” Mrs. Edevane shook her head. His smile faltered a bit but still kept his composure. “We’re, what you call it? Muggle--born?” Her eyebrows furrowed while her teeth sinked into her bottom lip. “Well, my daughter... err. Just started her first year and that McGonagall woman said that she’s a ‘muggleborn’.”

They truly didn’t know who they are.

“-- What I’m trying to say, Mr. Weasley, is that we, or at least I, am not magical. Nor is my husband.” He nodded, breathed in a bit as his mind tried to ease itself. The boy couldn’t have known who he is as they wouldn’t have known anything about the prophet, or could they?

“Well, Mrs. Edevane. 7 years ago at this date. The second wizarding war has ended. My brother-in-law defeated... him.” It was still hard to say his name, even years later. “V-Voldemort.”

She looked curious but silently let him continue. “Uh, remember when. Uh-uhm that bridge collapsed in muggle london? 7-8 years ago? A big hurricane happened? When a lot died like-” It was hard to explain. Truly. It was hard to live through it again.

“Like that Emmeline Vance lady?”

“Yes, exactly!” He exclaimed. “It was all caused by him. By wizards! Dark wizards!” Her previously bright face now looked horror struck. It was all making sense. “Seven years ago, this day. Everything ended at Hogwarts. As well as the lives of 54 on our side.” He wanted to mention one very special loss, but figured that she doesn’t need to know about it. She was just a muggle mother who brought her son birthday shopping. “We wanted to commemorate them.”

A sincere look graced upon her face, out of pity. “Is there any chance that you’ve seen anything from the ‘Daily Prophet’, Mrs. Edevane? Or your son?” He asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence. She shook her head, now gracing a look with pure confusion. “A-Anything. Like a paper? A newspaper with moving photographs? Or maybe a-a Quibbler?”

She shook her head. “Why’re you asking Mr. Weasley?” His mouth opened, about to burst out his concerns and held in grief to a complete stranger when; “George!”

It was Fred, hand resting on his twin’s shoulder as the six year old boy beside him just stood. “-- Can I talk to you? I need to talk to you.” He said, fright gracing his features and panic in his voice.

George nodded, bidding a quick goodbye to the mother and son who came in a few moments ago and calling for one of their faculty to give them the tour they wanted.

Fred pulled his twin to an empty corner of the shop. Sound muffled by the stacks of products ranging from fireworks to extendable ears. “That boy George.” Fred panted. Voice shaking. “He knows too much. Is there a chance that you put anything about how Y/N saved me?”

“Briefly. Why?” His heart was about to pop out of his chest at any moment. Any moment now his heart would be a new WWW product.

“He explained everything! Everything George! Knew things that he shouldn’t have!” Fred said, terrified. “What did he say?” asked George. Croaking out whatever’s left in his heaving lungs.

“He said that he saved me. Me and Percy! From the explosion! I didn’t think much of it at first, George! I knew that you wrote that in their obituary. But he just kept going.” Frightened. They were both frightened. “Everything they did. He knew.”

“How accurate was he?”

“Very. George. Disturbingly accurate.” Back straightened and composed, Fred stood back, eyes darting back and forth from his brother to the entrance of the shop. “He knew that they transfigured the rubble to sand. He knew that they cast that ring of fire shit they did. The diabolica thing to ward off the death eaters? Yeah. He named the spell. HE NAMED THE SPELL, GEORGE!”

“I heard you the first time!” George yelled back. Disturbed, yet he felt at peace. He could have the last goodbye he’s always wanted. “We need to talk to the boy, Fred.”

His twin nodded fervently, about to walk away from the corner when he felt an arm tug on his elbow. “Oi, how can we do it without worrying the mother?”

“Give whatever he wants for free. It’s his birthday after all. Now come on!”

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I was thinking about Twins and Percy relationship and how much Molly has contributed, albeit unintentionally, to making it worse and worse.

And especially about your post where Molly, furious with the twins, destroys their inventions.

And how Molly must have always asked Percy how his job was going, or his duties or commitments as prefect and Head Boy.

And she was always so proud and happy to hear his successes.

But at the same time she must never have asked about Fred and George's inventions, but rather ridiculed their future plans and every single thing they did.

And they 3 are the middle children, the ones a little more left to themselves and with less attention.

And the twins always had to feel compliments and pride towards Percy and only disapproval towards them

And of course I don't defend them, but I think they started making fun of Percy's work as useless and stupid just because Molly thought theirs were stupid and useless.

I agree 100%.

If you read most of my posts, you'll notice that I don’t blame the twins for their broken relationship with Percy, because they were children. Molly and Arthur were the real problems.

The twins had a lot of resentment towards Percy because they had to deal with constantly being compared to (and falling short of) him by Molly, and unfortunately, Percy went along with it because he was eager to please his mother:

She pointed to the brand-new silver badge on Percy’s chest. “Second Head Boy in the family!” she said, swelling with pride. “And last,” Fred muttered under his breath. “I don’t doubt that,” said Mrs. Weasley, frowning suddenly. “I notice they haven’t made you two prefects.” “What do we want to be prefects for?” said George, looking revolted at the very idea. “It’d take all the fun out of life.” Ginny giggled. “You want to set a better example for your sister!” snapped Mrs. Weasley. “Ginny’s got other brothers to set her an example, Mother,” said Percy loftily.

I don't blame Percy either, of course. He was also dealing with resentment because the twins’ constantly pranked and insulted him (which was made worse by the fact that Arthur always laughed right along with them).

Neither Percy nor the twins realized that their anger and bitterness towards each other was misplaced. Instead, they all craved love, attention, and acceptance from the one parent that was not giving it:

Everybody was wearing new sweaters when they all sat down for Christmas lunch, everyone except Fleur (on whom, it appeared, Mrs. Weasley had not wanted to waste one) and Mrs. Weasley herself, who was sporting a brand-new midnight blue witch’s hat glittering with what looked like tiny starlike diamonds, and a spectacular golden necklace. “Fred and George gave them to me! Aren’t they beautiful?” “Well, we find we appreciate you more and more, Mum, now we’re washing our own socks,” said George, waving an airy hand.

He heaved a deep sigh. “Molly, I’m going to have to go into the office; this is going to take some smoothing over.” “I’ll come with you, Father,” said Percy importantly.

The twins were desperately trying to buy Molly's love (since nothing else worked), and Percy was desperately trying to win Arthur's respect by following in his footsteps and “proving himself” at the Ministry of Magic. How sad is that?

Even after Percy left, things didn't get better for the twins:

“His badge,” said Fred, with the air of getting the worst over quickly. “His lovely shiny new prefect’s badge.” Fred’s words took a moment to penetrate Mrs. Weasley’s preoccupation about pajamas. “His . . . but . . . Ron, you’re not. . . ?” Ron held up his badge. Mrs. Weasley let out a shriek just like Hermione’s. “I don’t believe it! I don’t believe it! Oh, Ron, how wonderful! A prefect! That’s everyone in the family!” “What are Fred and I, next-door neighbors?” said George indignantly, as his mother pushed him aside and flung her arms around her youngest son.

Excuse me, ma'am, but how do you either forget two of your children or purposely leave them out when referring to everyone in the family? That's messed up.

The saddest part is that even by the end of the books, I still don't think Percy and the twins realized the significance of Molly and Arthur's actions or blamed the correct people for their strained relationship with each other. It would have been nice to see some understanding and growth on both sides, but that never happened.

Considering the fact that JKR had Percy name his first daughter Molly, I'm guessing she never intended for that awareness to take place, which is disappointing.

Thanks for the comment! 😊

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willingbrainrot · 7 months

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Request 😱

😂 sorry

i was wondering if you could do a Fred Weasley x reader where they have been friends for a long time and it’s sorta a slow burn and it throws the reader off because out of no where Fred starts to get really shy kinda around them and they are really confused. Until one night at a gryffindor party and he has had a few too many drinks and they reader gets him out of there so he won’t make a fool of himself and they go to the astronomy tower to kinda just chill out and he looks at the reader and everything just spills. He tells them that he has loved them for such a long time and he is just completely convinced they don’t feel the same way but the do lol.

thanks bestie boo :) 🙏🏻 🫶🏻 have fun with it :)))

Of course!

again, im not the best writer so hang in there lol i either write in too much detail or not enough usually so make sure to give me some constructive criticism!

Fred Weasley x gender neutral!Reader

Warnings: Alcohol, underage drinking, gingers

Looking at the stars

I walk into my charms class, holding all my book maybe a bit too many and i scan the room until my eyes land on a certain red-head and his brother. Fred and George Weasley, Two identical twin brothers.

They may look the same but they are very different. I've always been closer to Fred rather than George, Fred and i just click! platonically of course! And that's all we'll ever be...

As i walk over to them Fred notices.

"Hey Y/N! Come sit!" Fred yells, waving at me.

I walk over and sit on his right and just get myself situated as Fred and George talks to the others. I suddenly notice Fred looking at me subtly, once i look back he quickly turns his head away. Huh, strange.. He's never acted like this before.

"What's up Fred? I say, scooching forward to get a better view of his face.

"O-oh! nothing! Don't worry about it y/n!" He's says, frantically. "Actually, i was wondering if you're going to the party in Gryffindor dorm? Its next week and it would be could if you would show up!" He says

"hm..", I'm not too sure if i would be welcomed seeing as I'm not a Gryffindor(Ignore this if you are). Maybe i should go, it could be fun! "maybe, ill think about it" I say, smiling at him.

He furrows his eyebrows "Okay fine, but you better give me an answer soon."

A few days later as i'm sitting outside reading, I hear something behind me. But before i could turn around, something grabs me by the shoulders.

"BOO!" I hear someone say and i jump in fear. I turn around to see... Fred. Of course.

"Not funny! I could of had a heart attack and died!" I say, unable to bite back my smile.

"oh noooo, darn" He says sarcastically as he sits besides me. Then he subtly scoots away a few inches I wonder what that's about?

"How caring." I sarcastically, smiling and looking into his eyes. I notice he's looking anywhere but my eyes, but i don't say anything. There he goes, acting odd again.

"Soooo, have you made up your mind about the party?" He says excitedly.

I smile, i've always loved seeing him get excited about hings, and how could i say no to that face. "Alright, fine. Ill go, as long as you don't leave me in a random corner not talking to anybody." I say, half-joking.

"I would never! i, am the most noble of all knights" He says in a joking tone with a smirk plastered on his face.

"Yeah sure you are, prince charming" I say, trying to hold back a small laugh. I notice a weird reaction from him when i called him that, and his face is getting redder? Maybe he's getting a sunburn, i don't know how gingers work.

On the night of the party I start to get ready, getting in my favorite outfit and heading to the Gryffindor common room. I look and see people all around with red solo cups and the dim lighting. Am.. am i late? I thought it started at 9, I look at my phone to see the time is 11:30. Ah, so i am. Whoops

I look around to see Fred and George, both chugging down punch from the punch bowl, i hope that's not spiked. I walk over to them and Fred quickly notices, stopping what he's doing to look at me.

"Y/N!!! HIIIII!!" He says excitedly, and very very loud. "Where were you!??? I wass looking everywhere but *HICCUP* couldn't find you!!" He says, slurring his word.

The punch was definitely spiked.

"Oh sorry Fred, I was late. But- are you okay?" I say, concern all over my face. He shakes his head as a no, then stops to think, then shakes his head yes. "W-what??" I say, very confused.

"Watcha doin?" He's says, giving me a cute little goofy smile.

"Ok, i'm getting you out of here you look like you're gonna fall over any second now." I say, sternly. I then grab his hand and start leading him.

I look behind me to make sure he's okay and see him staring at me with an odd expression. "Uh, whatcha looking at buddy?" I say softly.

"y-youre prettyy" He says giggling a bit. That's just the drink talking, i'm sure. I'm not his type, right?

I decide to go to astronomy tower, he plops down onto the floor looking at me, I start laughing a bit, seeing him like this is so weird. But either way, i decide to join him and sit next to him.

"Hhheyy y/n. ynow you're really really pretty. I like looking at your face" He slurrs, with a goofy smile on his face.

"I'm sure that's just the alcohol talking, Fred." I say, looking into my lap.

"But its not," He starts "I do think you're super prettyy! I really really really like you!" He says, extenuating the last really. "You're so sweet and funny, and you always laugh at my jokes! Even when they suck!" He says, lifting my chin to look at him.

I quickly become flustered at, well, everything that's going on right now! "s-so, you like like me?" I quietly say in a questioning tone.

"mmhm!" He hums " I always have! I was just afraid you wouldn't like me back..." He says, being a bit quieter at the last part. "I mean, you're so awesome! you deserve so much more than me. You deserve someone like c-" I cut him off, pulling him into a quick kiss.

It only lasted a second or two, but mage a huge impact

"you dummy, i've liked you since, well forever!" I say, still blushing, matching him. He looks at me, smiling.

We quietly hold hands, in a comfortable silence, looking at the stars.

I hope you enjoyed this! it was fun to write!

I think i may have wrote a bit too much but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

I am still currently taking requests and would love to hear your prompts!

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inkymoon16 · 7 months

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Winner of His Heart

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Ron Weasley x Reader

Short imagine where Gryffindor wins their Quidditch match and you celebrate with ur boyfriend Ron :)

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The final couple minutes of any Quidditch match were some of the most intense. Emotions ran high for everyone in the crowd and on the pitch. But you had your eyes trained on Ron Weasley, the keeper for Gryffindor and your boyfriend.

Gryffindor was in the lead, but barely. Ravenclaw had played hard but they were no match for Harry, George, Angelina, Fred, Olive, and Ron. Ron had played really well, only letting a couple goals in. The crowd could see Harry, the Seeker, chasing after the small golden Snitch and the Ravenclaw Seeker tailing close behind.

You were standing with Hermione and Neville, cheering on Harry. Luna was cheering for Harry and clapping for Ravenclaw. Moments later Harry caught the golden Snitch and the stands erupted. Red and gold confetti rained down and people stormed the field, cheering.

You pushed your way through the crowd, shouting for your boyfriend Ron. He saw you and his face immediately lit up and he raised his broom in victory. You grinned, jogging over with a grin on your face. You embraced him and he spun you around, laughing in excitement.

“Ron!! You did so awesome. I’m so proud.”

“Ah, thanks. I definitely could’ve defended the hoops better though.” He immediately started to criticize himself, as was his way.

You punched his shoulder lightly. “Ron, you just won the victory. Can you at least celebrate?”

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry. Fred and George said they snuck some fire whiskey into the common room.”

“Perfect.”

The celebration in the Gryffindor common room was loud and raunchy. Fire whiskey and other forms of alcohol were flowing freely through the room. Fred and George stood on the tables, whooping and cheering. Harry was talking to Ginny about all his moves while she stood there with pure admiration on her face.

Ron was talking your ear off about all his moves as well. His excitement was contagious and the alcohol was flowing through your body. At one point he stopped talking and simply leaned in to kiss you.

It was the best when Gryffindor won.

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thegirlwhowrites642 · 1 year

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Huh, I think you might be a bit hard on Hermione. Generally speaking I mean.

1. Is it really that surprising that Hermione had kids young, so much that it needs to be addressed in this TV show? In wizarding world it's very common to marry and have kids young, since they finish all their school duties at 18/19 and get a job after. So she would have had about 8 years of work experience before she became pregnant. And the whole "she's not family oriented" is also exaggerated and not really true. She clearly enjoys the Burrow chaos just as Harry since she's always there and she obviously loves her parents, even with the questionable Obliviate thing. You're acting like Hermione is some kind of robot. If your personal headcanon is that she's not family oriented..well that's another thing.

2. The canaries thing is obviously not good. Great! Meaning Hermione has flaws, she's not perfect and the readers/audience know this. But ..haha why do Harry and Ginny need to TALK about it so obviously as if the audience are some idiots who can't figure it out on their own.? That's a very beloved rule in movie making - you don't TELL something obvious to audience, let them think for themselves. And it's not like what Hermione did here was something horrible (and I say this as a Ron defender lol). It's pretty vanilla compared to some other weird stuff in HP (the exposing of Snape's underwear and possibly genitals, Harry's crucio, Fred and George's love potion.... So many weirdness) PS. It's not like Ginny would actually care about Ron here to be angry at Hermione. This the book where Ron and Ginny didn't get along and realistically speaking Ginny would've probably snorted or laughed if she heard that Hermione set the canaries on Ron. (Isn't that Ginny's thing - she appreciates dark humor or something like that..?)

So yeah, I think what's really going on here is that Hermione gets on your nerves and maybe that's why you exaggerate her flaws and have sceptical (almost negative) thoughts about her. Which is fine, but it's weird that these 'problems' that you have with Hermione... weirdly enough Ginny is guilty of having them too and yet you never mention these problems with Ginny. What was it that you criticized Hermione for? - being unrealistically capable and not showing flaws towards the end of the series? Not showing enough development? Having kids young? Having a mean streak and being too harsh sometimes and the fans still love you? That's BOTH Hermione and Ginny, my friend xD

Oh, God.

Thinking that not being family oriented means hating your family or being a robot might be a you problem. More and more people nowadays are not family oriented, there's absolutely nothing wrong with it. Hermione repetedely chooses to not spend time with her parents. Her liking going to the Burrow simply means she likes spending time with Ron, generally likes the Weasleys and it's not uncomfortable around a lot of people. And, I absolutely do not care if there are eight years between the end of the war and when she starts having children. She is not a real person, she is a character. What you put in the Epilogue needs to be coherent with what you have told until that point.

Hermione having flaws is not a problem, it's a great thing. Those flaws never being addressed narratevely is the problem. If in no way you adress the fact that what Hermione did is wrong, you are sending the message that what she did was right. If you as the reader percive it as wrong, that's good because critical thinking requires you while reading a book that you absorb the facts but question the interpretation of the author and see if the two things are coherent. Since the fourth book, with Hermione's character there's a divergence between how the narrative wants you to percive her and how she actually behaves, and it progressively gets worse. She never pays the consequences of her own wrongdoing. Which is why after your first reading of HBP you probably are going to think Hermione was competely right and Ron was a jerk, especially if you are a child. It's about the message that it's being sent. And yes, Ginny has flaws too, and that's great, and those are very much adressed. She hexes Smith, she calls Slughorn mad for not putting her in detention. She attacks Smith after the match, and it's hilarious, objectively speaking, but McGonagall still very much yells at her. She mocks Fleur, she admits she was wrong about her by the end of the book. It's not about characters having flaws, characters need to have flaws, it's about the message the story is sending. And, about Ginny not being angry at the canaries, I'm gonna guess you don't have siblings. One of the main rules of having siblings is that you can destroy them but if anyone else dares looking at them the wrong way, that person will die.

The canaries were just an example of one of the many very ugly things Hermione does and that are never addressed as such. What makes that specific episode particulary ugly is that she does it against someone she is supposed to love.

Ginny is not unrealistically capable. She is a powerful witch, that's a natural thing, it doesn't need development, and it's shown since the second book. It's also shown she takes her studies seriously by the way. If you are referring to Quidditch, she trains herself since she is six, what's unrealistic about her being good at it? It's also shown she is not as good of a seeker as she is a chaser. Also, I never said Hermione is unrealistically capable (are you referring to me saying she gets jobs she shouldn't be good at according to the books? That's just an objective thing). I mean, in DH she does things that she shouldn't be able to do out of nowhere, but in general, there's nothing particulary impressive in Hermione's abilities. The narrative desperately tries to make you think she is a genius by making everyone call her that but she just reads a lot of academic material and she is a bit smarter than average, there's nothing weird about that.

Ginny having kids young is extremely realistic??? She is very attached to her family, she is impulsive, and she grew up in a family of seven siblings, I'm surprised none of the Weasleys siblings had seven children of their own.

How can Ginny lack development? She is a character built on progression. She has the most structured development along with Harry. Her whole story is this progressive climb out of the shadow. She becomes the person she needed as a little girl, her helping the injured girl on the grounds is a parallel to her being the girl on the ground in the Chamber. She frees herself of her family need to protect her but still reconciles with her mother. If you are talking about her being well-rounded, Ginny checks out all the boxes in Karen S. Wiesner scheme which is the most detailed one for controlling the development of a character.

If you think I've never said Ginny can be mean or harsh, you have never read this blog. But it's adressed already by the story. There's a whole arc about it in HBP.

If I want to spend my days praising Ginny, I can. This blog is not a democracy. It's very much a dictatorship.

Ginny is loved since when?

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