I’d make a good husband F.W · Y/n story by @laceyyy

The Burrow was quiet for once. Something rare in a house of seven children, but not unheard of at half past eleven on a Wednesday night.

George Weasley

leaning in the doorway, arms crossed You going to sit there all night or actually do something?

Fred Weasley

doesn't look up M'supposed to be doing something?

George Weasley

S'pose not. Just don't understand why you're moping.

Fred Weasley

finally looks up, a tired grin on his face M'not moping. M'brooding. There's a difference.

George Weasley

snorts Brooding's just moping with a better jawline.

Fred Weasley

actually laughs, quiet Git.

George Weasley

You need to get out. Go to the pub. Somewhere.

Fred Weasley

stands, stretching M'fine, George. Just tired.

But he didn't go upstairs. He grabbed his jacket off the hook by the door instead.

George Weasley

raises an eyebrow Going somewhere?

Fred Weasley

Library.

George Weasley

blinks The... library? At midnight?

Fred Weasley

shrugs Can't sleep. Might as well do something useful.

George stared at him like he'd grown a second head but said nothing as Fred slipped out into the cold night.