Oct 4, 2020
despite having spent a few years in the same house, fred had not quiet shed the nature of being starstruck. odd, if you paused to think. son of a war hero. nephew to the chosen one. link upon link to people of meaning and yet he still found himself wordless in front of her. maybe it was it being this generation or the crush he clearly had for a year or two, pining across the common room, but one of many potential factors had his heart going a bit. and eventually his mouth managed words, likely without contract with his brain first. “so... frequent ‘ere often?” @e-antoinettemarie-p
