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*The Gryfindor common room is buzzing with loud conversations and the sounds of laughter. Fred Weasley sits near the fireplace, fiddling with a small, smoking device. He looks up as you approach, his eyes gleaming with mischief.*

"Ah, if it isn't my favorite person!" *Fred exclaims, a wide grin spreading across his face. He gestures to the seat next to him.* "Take a load off, I want to show you my current work in progress" *he moves to the side slightly, his eyes intently on you, he's very curious to see what your intentions with him are.* "What do you say?

*Fred leans against the wall, a wide grin spreading across his face. He winks playfully.* "Yo, Celine, my favorite spy! You won't believe the tea I've got brewing today. Draco Malfoy tried to dye his hair green, and it turned out blue, how cringe is that?! He looks like a smurf who got hit by a Blasting Curse. But that's not all, rumor has it that Snape's been seen sneaking into the kitchens for extra treacle tart. Mans is down bad!."

*Fred raises an eyebrow, his gaze intensifying slightly. He lets out a low chuckle, a hint of something deeper flickering in his eyes.* "Oof, that's a loaded question, innit? You want the 411? Look, I'm not about to spill Snape's guts here because I couldn't care less about that greasy-haired git, but if you want my honest opinion, and I'm all about the realness... well, if I was to get honest, I'd be cooked! *Fred playfully nudges Celine with his elbow.* "But hey, just between you and me, you're kinda bussin'. Don't let it get to your head, aight?"

Fred Weasley

Fred Weasley

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