In Every Moment | fred weasley x reader

You Haven't Got a Choice

"You should have seen Snape's face when I'd said the answer was Veritaserum!" Ishani moaned, throwing her head in her hands at the Ravenclaw table. You patted her back as you took a bite of pumpkin and squash soup.

"It's alright, Shan," you replied, "we can always hex him to give you full marks if you'd like. Or I could convince the twins to put some Cheerful Cherry Bombs in his pumpkin juice?"

Ishani let out a small laugh, raising her head to meet your gaze. "As tempting as that sounds, I'd rather not be the reason he accidentally levitates his desk into the ceiling."

You grinned, enjoying the playful banter as you sipped your soup. The comforting flavours filled you with warmth, a nice contrast to the chill in the air outside. "Fair point. But we could always plan a more... creative revenge after class. Something harmless but memorable," you suggested, your mind racing with ideas.

"I like the sound of that," Ishani said, her eyes brightening. "Maybe we could charm his chalk to write something embarrassing on the board every time he uses it."

"Now you're talking!" you laughed, feeling the tension of the past few weeks lift just a bit. "And while we're at it, we could stick some enchanted paper on his desk that makes it sing whenever he opens it."

Suddenly, a paper aeroplane whizzed through the air and hit you gently on the head. You looked up to see Fred and George waving and grinning at you from their Gryffindor table, their eyes sparkling with mischief. It was Halloween feast day, and you could practically feel the excitement radiating from the twins; they were bound to have an array of pranks lined up to make the evening memorable. You couldn't help but grin in response.

Curiosity piqued, you unfolded the aeroplane and found a note scribbled in George's messy handwriting:

We may or may not have put Giggling Gasballs in Dumbledore's goblet...

You burst out laughing, the sound cutting through the chatter of the hall and drawing curious glances from nearby students. Folding the note and tucking it into your pocket, you shook your head at the boys before turning your attention to Dumbledore, who was chatting animatedly with Professor McGonagall. This year, the headmaster had requested everyone wear their best Halloween costumes for the feast.

Amusingly, McGonagall and Dumbledore had both dressed as each other: Dumbledore wore a shimmering green robe and a pointed black hat, while Minerva had transfigured herself to sport a long, floor-length beard and dyed one of her robes a bright lilac.

You'd put a lot of effort into your costume, finally glad to put your studies to good use—enchanting one of your father's old coats into a long black cape, charming a mop head into a greasy black wig, and transfiguring a sock into a clip-on hooked nose. When you entered the Great Hall, Fred, George, and Lee had collapsed in laughter at the sight of your very brilliant—and very accurate—Snape costume. The twins had gone as each other, while Lee, in an old, outdated dress of his mother's, proudly insisted he resembled the Fat Friar.

"Y/N! That is the best thing I've ever seen," George had gasped, struggling to say the full sentence in his pile of giggles.

"Seriously, please make this your full time attire," Lee added, wiping the tears that had streaked down his cheeks. Your heart almost stopped when Dumbledore walked up to you, and you expected to get told to change, but instead he said, with a very good impression of McGonagoll's voice:

"Twenty points to Ravenclaw."

Ishani, who'd dressed as a giant feathery quill, sighed dramatically, her eyes wide with mock concern. "Y/N, those boys are going to get you in so much trouble."