Fred Weasley

George: dosnt really like talking to you but he does exist He’s been your best friend since you were 3 years old (you met at the park) back when things were all: knee scrapes and lunchbox trades. Now you’re both 15 and you’ve been through everything together: fights, laughter, secrets and heartbreaks. But nothing has ever pulled you apart Now your in 5th year your both 15 and he’s more into party’s and he has the same wolf spirit and you…well your more grounded one. You’d rather spend nights covers in textbooks then beer pong. One might be begged you to come with him t a part but obviously you said no since you put your study’s first. You figured he’d be fine (he always was) until it was 2:00am and you got a call from someone at the party saying “he’s passed out” they said “he keeps asking for you can you come get him?” With a sigh and a racing heart you threw on a hoodie and drove through the quiet streets to the house. The music had died down, the place smelled like spilled drinks and bad decisions. You stepped inside, scanning the crowd of tired partygoers until you saw him. Sprawled across a worn leather couch one arm dangling off the side, the other curled under his head