FRED WEASLEY

Fred Weasley Seventeen Durmstrang Golden child, LION BOY; Tell me what it’s like to conquer. Fearless child, Broken boy; Tell me what it’s like to burn.

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Fred had decided to spend his day off on the grounds. It was relatively cold, a thin layer of half melted snow below him. But it didn’t stop him from laying across a small patch of grass he had managed to find, hoodie on, but unzipped, yet again shirtless without a care. He liked being out in the cold. He liked feeling the wind bite his skin, it grounded him, reminded him he was solid when he needed it. He didn’t open his eyes upon hearing someone approach him. “If you’re worried about my freezing to death, leave now. What a great way to go out.”

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brynngraves:

Brynn felt a slight uneasiness over his remark, as though he’s been telling her the truth. She’s always trying so hard to conceal herself and shift the entire attention away from herself. Yet here she is, baring her own emotion, in front of someone who’s supposed to be her rival. His hand is rough, uneven and so warm compared to her own. She could feel the warmth starting to grow on her cheeks, as if every nerve in her skin under his hand sparks to life, every cell alight with feelings. It’s almost feels like she’d never been touched before. Eventually, a smile found its way on her lips.

Fred smiled softly at the other, fingers tightening their grip a bit on her’s. He rarely smiled like that. Fred was always crooked grins, sly smirks, and one upturned corner of the mouth. Those weren’t smiles, they weren’t genuine or emotion-holding. They were generally to seduce or intimidate. Now, smiling the way he was at Brynn made him almost remember what it was like to not wear a mask hiding himself all the time. He bit his lip, looking down a bit. “You know how much shit I could get in with my teammates - hell, my school - if they saw me here.” His grin spread, showing white teeth. He said the words without even a hint of anxiety, almost as if he basked in the thrill of it.

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“... and it hit us all at once that he was never coming back”

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THE WOTTER FAMILY TREE as it would appear in 2035 (updated)

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When he felt her fingers, he flinched; he had not been touched with such gentleness since his childhood. He was no stranger to women and had felt their hands on all parts of his body, but her touch made him feel like he belonged some place.

-Melina Marchetta, Finnikin of the Rock (via lindseymorgan)

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greengrassweasley:

Full Name: Aloysius Greengrass  Fred Weasley

School: Durmstrang

School Year: Seventh

Age: Seventeen (January, 20th 2006)

Strongest Magical Ability: Dark Arts

Blood Status: Pureblood

Gender: Cismale

Romantic Orientation: Biromantic 

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Nationality: Romanian and English

Parents: George Weasley and Daphne Greengrass

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brynngraves:

“–I’ll survive. It’s nothing to compare to what everyone else had been through.”

She trailed off, allowing her gaze linger on his features; drinking in a rare sight of him under the dimmed lights in the room. The darkness seems failed to conceal the look on his face, to left unnoticed by her. His words jerked her away from her thoughts. Suddenly, the idea of him leaving wasn’t something she’s fond to entertain, not when she’s aware of how much effort he put to sneak into here. Brynn weakly reached for his hand, holding him from moving anywhere.

“–No, that’s not what I meant.. Stay.. Please..”

Fred gave her a small smile, shaking his head a bit. “You don’t always have to act like you’re so tough, you know?” He looked at her for a few beats, as if trying to read her or perhaps trying to let his words settle before speaking again. “You’re allowed to be hurt, to be in pain. It doesn’t make you weak or lesser.” Fred flushed a bit as the their hands made contact. Oddly, little things like these turned him into some twelve year old blushing mess. Despite it though, he kept his face impassive, settling back down on the hospital bed and turning his hand to loosely intertwine their fingers.

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brynngraves:

Madam Abbott finally makes her leave, after nursing her wound, changing the bandage and giving her the last dosage of the potions she had to drink for the rest of the night. What she had was almost nothing to compare to other champions and their respective captives. She wasn’t convinced whether Selena will forgive her that easily, for causing such critical injuries to her best friend, or at least someone that she thought as the one who dear to her heart. A sigh involuntarily escapes from her lips as she remembers her failure on the mission. She was mad, indeed, to no one but herself, for how her team manage to hit the bottom of the list. Her eyes widened soon as a familiar face come to her view. 

“–I’ve been better.”

She murmured, followed with a weak chuckle as she saw him settled on the edge of her bed. She takes a moment, to let his words sunk in. Of course. He is the sole reason of her recent mistake, but she couldn’t bring herself to blame him. As it was entirely her decision to make. Suddenly, she was becoming more conscious about how she looked at this moment. Brynn pulled her blanket with the strength that left in her, trying to cover her bandaged stomach from his view.

“–You shouldn’t be here.”

Fred couldn’t help but feel a pang in his chest as he surveyed the girl before him and her hidden injuries. He didn’t know when, how or why he started caring so much about Brynn but it was undeniable now. He just hoped it wasn’t too obvious to either of their teammates or fellow classmates. He sighed, trying to school his expression into one of less anxiety. “You’ll be okay, right? What did they say?” Fred drew his brows together, gnawing at his lower lip before looking down to his hands at her words, smirking slightly. “I know. But I am. Do you want me to go?” He inquired softly, moving to stand.

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Fred knew he shouldn’t be there, knew how bad it looked for him to be more concerned about another team’s champion than for his own team’s victory. But he couldn’t help it. Brynn looked a mess, clawed and scratched up, though admittedly not as much as a select few others. Fred at least had enough control to slip into the hospital wing during the night, opposed to when the hallways and infirmary were bustling with people. He was relieved to find the other awake. “Brynn?” He whispered. “How are you holding up?” It was a stupid question, he was aware of it, but it was all he could think of at the moment. He took a seat on her bed and gave a small smile. “I really thought you would win. You did so damn good in the preliminaries. Looks like I inadvertently  turned out to be your downfall.”

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brynngraves:

Brynn doesn’t even remember how she ended up being the first among the other champions from her team to get into anything that awaits for them inside the forest. Her gaze flickered deep into the darkness and coldness scene prevailed in front of her eyes, as she let out a quiet sigh. If anything, she’d pretty much like to get this done in no time and earn the first win for her team. She glanced at her side, where the other champions were waiting and feel someone’s gaze fixated against her own. It’s unlikely for them to have a small talk before the first task, but it’s rather difficult for her to stand side by side with someone she actually knew and maintaining her silence, not when she enjoys the other’s presence.

“–Hey.”

She murmured quietly, before throwing her gaze away from him, failing to keep an eye contact without turning into a blabbering mess.

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Half of Fred was glad that Hondo would be the one venturing into the forest instead of him, the other half wondered vaguely why Hondo was chosen instead of he or Valentino. The Goblet must have found Hondo more worthy, perhaps, then his teammates. Admittedly, there was a whole other factor involved that Fred could not ignore. He was standing next to someone he had not talked to since the Yule Ball, and in other circumstances he’d be feeling a bit miffed at her still- regardless of how irrational that was. Instead he was filled with worry. He knew Brynn was more than capable but he couldn’t help but feel anxiety run through him. Someone could die in this task, everyone had said it. He felt not even a twinge of guilt at hoping that if a champion was dying today, it would be the Koldovstoretz boy. He was broken out of his thoughts by her acknowledgement. “Hi.” He whispered , not sure they were allowed to be speaking to one another. “Did you figure out the clue? Are you ready for what’s in there?”

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The buzz surrounding the location of the First Task was impossible to escape. Zane was a betting man and he couldn’t wait to watch as Hondo emerged victorious. He had no doubts their team would win thus he threw in 10 galleons on their victory. He turned to the person rummaging through their bag, curious to see who and how much they would bet. “Who do you reckon will ask to be saved first? My bet is the Hogwarts girl. She seems too dainty to make it through the Forest, with or without her teammates.” 

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Fred watched the other with a small smirk on his lips as he hunted in his bag for a quill. “I would bet, but I feel betting on my own team would be in poor taste, no?” He chuckled, fingers finally closing around a dark quill. Placing the quill on the desk, he turned to the other, amused expression still plastered onto his face. “I think Invicti will manage to scrape by. Fulminati is where things will go wrong, that I’m sure of. I don’t feel threatened by any one of them. Not to mention, they don’t seem particularly intelligent.” 

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brynngraves:

Her eyes wander wearily from the entrance as she let out a sigh. This event in particular was too much for her to bear. She had to tell herself – repeatedly – that this was somehow.. necessary. Due to the tradition and such. She took one last glance over her appearance, make sure that she was at least presentable. She opted to tie her natural curls up to keep her hair away from her face, just like her mother had suggested. She also had told Xander to wait for her in the hall, to save herself from another embarrassment. She had to make sure to look for him later. As she make her entrance, she was greeted by a familiar voice coming from her side. She twirled around and caught the sight of another champion staring back at her. 

“–I didn’t have much choice, did I?”

Fred smiled, pushing off the stone wall with his leg to meet Brynn at the entrance. He put his hands casually in his trouser pockets, one hand fiddling a bit nervously now that it was hidden out of sight. “Not really no, but thank Merlin for that or no one would’ve seen you in this pretty dress.” He leaned back a bit and gave her a once over. “I feel like you fulfilled the ‘dress nicely’ prompt more than I did.” He laughed, gesturing down at himself despite his sudden and slight discomfort and being nearly shirtless. “What part are you more excited for, entering all together like debutantes, or the specific dance they have just for us?” 

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hondo-mage:

    Noticing Fred before he spoke, an impressed smirk lifted  on Hondo’s face, finding his teammates boldness appropriate for him as it wasn’t for the evening. “Such is Bellatores”, he thought before nodding at the other’s response. “Thank you, though I feel a bit out of my skin wearing all of this.” Hondo admitted, “But you look right at home. Never thought I’d see someone pull off floral as you can.” laughing, “Excited for our night?” he almost sounded sarcastic as nervous as he was.

Fred chuckled slightly looking down at himself. “Could have easily ended up looking like my grand with this on.” He lifted an end of the dark, sheer fabric, varieties of different colored flowers adorning it, holding it up a moment before letting it fall back into place. “Obviously I ended up looking devilishly handsome instead.” He grinned, running a hand over his hair and sighing. “You could say that. I’d much rather be down in the Slytherin dorms at that party but, alas, I’m thinking someone might notice my absence.”

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hopefullychanginglives:

Molly, unfortunately, didn’t recognize anyone. Sure, she was of average height, but here in the crowd, she felt so small. She looked seriously awkward, standing in the middle of the room, her hand on her arm, looking down. She shuffled from foot to foot, playing with the black gown she was wearing. She saw people in 5th Year animatedly talking to other people, saw people laughing together and joking around, and felt extremely overwhelmed. Just as she was tempted to leave, she heard a familiar voice. 

“Fred? Oh, I honestly wish I hadn’t,” she replied. “I feel like such an outsider, you know? At least everyone stares at you. I doubt anyone can honestly see me.”

Fred wasn’t going lie, he had noticed people were looking at him. All the champions had been enduring their fair share of gawking and staring, not just at the Ball, but nearly anywhere they went. However, he’d like to think that in this particular situation, he was drawing a bit more attention, due to his... eccentric fashion choice. When Fred spotted his cousin, a grin split his face. “You get older every time I see you.” He chuckled. “Ah, you’re not an outsider. And trust me,” He leaned closer, conspiratorially and stage whispered “now that your talking to shirtless-body-chain-guy you can’t be invisible anymore.”

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zaneakingbade:

The Yule Ball seemed like an ill timed event amidst all the disappearances yet somehow everyone found a way to get into the mood. Girls in their dresses and the guys in their suits hand in hand, finding the next best place to make out. Unfortunately for Zane, he couldn’t find his own date anywhere so he settled for familiar company until then, “I’ll have you know, I’m one of the best looking people at Uagadou.” Zane couldn’t ignore Fred’s bold choice even if he tried. “So, are you dressed like that because it’s warmer here than in Durmstrang or is there someone you’re desperately trying to attract?” 

Fred chuckled at the other’s comment, crossing his arms loosely over his chest and tilting his head. “You keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better. Where is the Mr.-Good-Looking’s date?” He gazed over his shoulder at the sea of students milling around, chattering. Admittedly, wearing an open shirt to a public school function in which he was one of the nine center-pieces was perhaps a risky decision. Fred couldn’t wait for his headmaster to get a look at him. But when a classmate had produced a gold body chain, he jumped at the chance. “Could it be at all possible that I simply want to show off my nice jewelry?” He ginned at the other, opening the shirt a bit more to show it -and his torso- off.

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Fred weaved his way through the crowds in the entrance hall. People were packed together, chatting animatedly, finding friends and dates. There were students draped over the marble staircase, searching crowds, one drinking from a flask. Girls wore beautiful gowns while the boys sported robes and suits. Fred himself had opted for a dark floral button down, which he left completely open, exposing his chest. His ice blonde hair was newly shaved close to his head. He leaned against the wall, deciding to wait for Femi to come to him. He caught sight of a familiar face and grinned. “Ah, you clean up nice. Didn’t think you’d make it.”

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