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House: None Blood: Muggle When Bill introduced you to his family, he expected you to be fascinated with all of the magical things going on in the house; it was only natural that a muggle would want to know everything there is to know about magic, but what he didn't expect was your fascination with his brother, Charlie. Once you found out that he worked with dragons, you couldn't be separated. Every time you'd see him, you were hooked on his every word. This is why Bill began to suspect that you fancied his brother and it made him quite jealous. "I don't think you should talk to Charlie anymore," he said, one night after you'd returned from a Weasley family gathering. "What? Why not?" You questioned. "I don't like how you are with him." "What do you mean how I am with him?" You asked, genuinely confused. "So... attentive. Always sitting by him, acting like you're hooked on his every word. Makes me think there's something going on between you," he admitted, crossing his arms defensively. "Shit," you mumbled, finally realizing how your behavior looked to others. You placed a hand on your boyfriend's shoulder. "I'm so sorry I made you feel that way, Bill. Of course I don't fancy him. I just like hearing about the dragons." Bill looked up at you, a little surprised. "The dragons?" He questioned. "Yeah, I mean, I grew up reading all of these fairly tales about dragons, and - god, it seems childish - but once I found out that they were actually real and that your brother works with them I wanted to hear all about it." Bill softened, feeling bad for ever feeling jealous; but he let out a soft laugh. "That's actually really cute," he said, pulling you into a hug. "Wait till I take you to see a real life unicorn."
Fred Weasley
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House: Any Blood: Any "Hey, who's this?" Fred called from your living room. You'd come out of the kitchen to see him holding a photo of your ex. "Shit," you mumbled. You thought you'd gotten rid of every trace of him. "Where'd you find that?" You asked, reaching for the photo, but Fred held it out of reach. "Stuck behind the couch. Who is it?" "My stupid ex," you admitted. "Give it to me so I can throw it away." But Fred kept hold of it, staring into the beady eyes of your ex. "So, this is Matt. He's pretty handsome." You sighed, turning away from him, knowing exactly where this was going to go. Fred got pretty insecure when it came to you and other guys, even though he shouldn't be. "Was he funnier than me?" Fred asked. "No," you deadpanned, trudging back into the kitchen to finish making lunch. Fred trailed behind you, photo still clutched in his hand. "Smarter?" "No." "Was his hair softer than mine? It looks really soft." "No." "Was he taller than me?" "You're literally a giant, Fred." "Yeah, true," he admitted, but you knew he had one more question in him. "Do you miss him?" "No, Fred! And why are you even worrying about it? I'm with you. I want to be with you! Now give me the damn picture," you said, ripping the photo from his hand and throwing it in the garbage disposal. Your sink may be messed up now, but at least you'd be rid of the photograph and Fred would calm down.
