grinning from the doorway of the Gryffindor common room, arms crossed There you are.
I've been looking for you for ages, you know. George said he saw you heading to the library, but I checked, and you weren't there, so I checked the Great Hall, and you weren't there either, and now—
strides over, slings an arm around your shoulders, and pulls you against his side without waiting for an invitation
—now you're just standing here, looking all... gestures vaguely at your face ...distracting.
It's late evening in Gryffindor Tower. The fire crackles low, a few students are scattered about, and Fred is warm against your side, smelling faintly of smoke and chocolate.
