sapphire || fred weasley

thirty-five

Mature content, viewer discretion advised.

Contrary to popular belief, Fred Weasley was an observant and extremely detailed man.

He had to be, considering that being a business owner and especially from one so successful like Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.

Even though Fred was the most reckless and impulsive twin from the two of them, that didn't take from the fact that he was thorough in everything he did. It didn't matter if he was doing paperwork, brainstorming new product ideas, new packaging or whatever it was, Fred Weasley never missed a single detail.

Sure, it was a skill he had developed from years of pranking and causing mayhem, but it was a skill nonetheless. And in current times even more so, considering that during war times one couldn't leave anything to chance.

That thoroughness, was the reason behind him being the most skilled Legillimens and Occlumens of the Weasley family. With a talent so impressive that his abilities were compared among the Order to the one Severus Snape and Regulus Black possessed.

Beatrice on the other hand, despite being analytic and observant herself, she couldn't compare to Fred in that sense. She was messy and she liked mess. She was most of the time too stuck in her own head that she didn't catch onto the miniscule and in some cases major details that could lead to a life and death situation.

She didn't give it much thought at first when Amelia began dating Harry Potter. And she had certainly not given much thought to the fact that Harry Potter's head had the highest price for Lord Voldemort until her brother reminded her so. Reminded her, that if it came to hurting Amelia somehow to get to the Chosen One, Lord Voldemort wouldn't even blink before taking said opportunity.

Beatrice was sitting on her desk in the wand shop, not really expecting any customers to show up when the small bell rang, signaling to her that someone had come inside.

"One moment!" she called out from the workshop, cussing under her breath after almost falling when her foot got stuck as she reached the door that led to the main shop.

Her eyes lit up and a smile grew wide on her face when she saw Fred standing there, with a bouquet of red roses for her, his smile mirroring hers.

"What did you do now Fred?" Bea shook her head and accepted the large bouquet of flowers, standing on her tiptoes to kiss his lips.

"What do you mean?" he chortled.

"You always bring me flowers when you fuck something up and have to apologize," she raised her brows.

"Not this time darling," he shook his head and placed of his hands on her hips. "I'm taking you out to dinner tonight Miss Nott."

"How kind of you, Mr Weasley," she threw her arms around his neck, careful to not drop the flowers on the floor. "And why did I do to deserve such treatment, may I ask?"

"For your outstanding performance in the shower this morning," he teased.

"Damn, so I get dinner out of sucking your cock?" she laughed. "I don't know if I should be offended or flattered."

"I'm only teasing Miss Nott, forgive my futile attempts of surprising my girlfriend," he said in a fake posh accent.

"All is forgiven Mr Weasley," she said in the same tone. "Pardon my crudeness."

"But I mean it though," Fred grinned. "Tonight, just you, me and fancy muggle restaurant."

"Sounds lovely Freddie, I don't like it when you splurge on me like that though," she said quietly.