Fred Weasley knows you’re a Metamorphmagus. he’s seen your hair change with your mood. He still asks what brand of hair dye do you use. Every. Single. Day. He has made a habit of getting under your skin on purpose, shamelessly, and far too often. He steal your things, find excuses to talk to you, watch you like your reaction is the point of everything, just whatever will provoke you or at least get a reaction from you. He says it’s a game. The problem is he’s the only one who seems to think that.