MISCHIEF MANAGED// FRED WEASLEY X READER

005. The Difficult Task of Finding Wood

Fred's Disclaimer: The author of this book does not own Harry Potter, but she does own the chemistry between me and Y/N. 

Mr. Weasley was content to try and light a fire using muggle matches, no matter how long it took. It was quite entertaining to watch him get the spark, but promptly drop the match on the ground. Twice, the carpet almost lit on fire. 

"No, no, Ron," Mr. Weasley scolded excitedly. "This is the way muggles do it! I've seen them at it before." 

Ron gave up, rolling his eyes. "Breakfast will be ready...never." 

"D'you want to go for a walk?" Harry asked Ginny. He scratched the back of his head. "I mean, er—I think we're supposed to go get water for the cooking..." Harry trailed off helplessly. 

"Oh, sure." Ginny nodded, her red hair cascading down her back. "Hermione?" 

"Oh, I actually have to...." Hermione gave Ron a quick look. "I have to stay back to help with breakfast." 

"I think Dad's good," Ron said cluelessly, standing up from his chair. "I'm up for a walk. Y/N?" He brushed his hands off on his pants, grabbing a stray biscuit from the counter and shoving it in his face. "Thsofasdfoihwe." 

"Honestly, Ronald," Hermione said exasperatedly. "Don't chew with your mouth open." 

"Wherhoiahspdoifjie?" 

"Ron!" 

"I said—what are you, my mother?" Ron swallowed the rest of the biscuit. "Where are Fred and George?" 

"Over here, dumbass," Fred said from the other side of the room. 

"Don't call your brother a dumbass," Mr. Weasley said, still focused on the match. "Aha!" He said as the fire finally stayed alit. It crackled and popped, which made him drop it back onto the ground. "Dang it." 

"Can I help you with that, Mr. Weasley?" Hermione offered. 

Ten more minutes later, the fire was finally lit. Harry and Ginny still hadn't left for their walk, and the twins were sitting on the couch with their feet on the table. 

"Feet off the table!" Mr. Weasley said as he strode by with a pack of bacon and a frying pan. 

"Feet off the table!" They echoed. 

I rolled my eyes. 

"D'you wanna go for that walk now?" Harry asked again. 

"That's an excellent idea!" Mr. Weasley beamed, soot covering his face. How he managed to get soot on his face from a literal stove, I don't know. "Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione can go to the well to fetch some water, and Y/N and the twins can go look for some more wood." 

"Wood, like in the forest?" George said with a hint of disgust. "Why can't you use magic, Dad?" 

"Don't be foolish, George," Mr. Weasley waved it off. "This is all part of the experience." He clapped his hands together. "Off you go, then." 

I followed Fred and George out of the opposite end of the tent, while Harry and the others went out the front. The sky was bright without a hint of cloud, and the morning chill had gone from the air. 

"Where the hell are we going to find wood?" I said with annoyance. "This is a campsite." 

"Just use your imagination, Y/N," Fred danced around in a circle, looking like a complete idiot. "A campsite is bound to have wood."