My Father's Legacy - Fred Weasley 18+

Fred's heart raced as old memories flickered in his mind—the legendary prank he and George pulled during their seventh year at Hogwarts. Those enchanted quills had caused pure chaos during the O.W.L.s, with students shrieking as they skittered around the Great Hall. The high-energy laughter rang in his ears, a thrill he hadn't felt since George's death. But now, with Ellen by his side, he felt that spark rekindling.

"El," he said, practically bouncing with excitement, "remember the enchanted quills? What if we really took it up a notch from that? I'm talking something that absolutely rocks Hogwarts to its core-- like, we could do--"

"Omg-- enchanted, singing frogs doing a musical number in the Great Hall" Ellen interrupted, her eyes wide with enthusiasm. "Imagine the chaos as they start croaking away, and students and the other teachers are scrambling to catch the frogs-- we could have fireworks!"

"Oh, that's genius! We could charm them to hop in during dessert, and while everyone's just settling in, these frogs just burst into song. And we can set it up so they throw off little sparks as they sing-- but we want to build suspense - really knock people's socks off."

"oooh- We could use some clever transfiguration to hide the frogs in plain sight-- turn them into tiny, ordinary pastries until the moment we set it off. Nobody would suspect a thing until they start singing."

His mind raced as he imagined it. "How about... a fake dinner's worth of food made from enchanted sweets? The frogs could reveal the pastries as they leap, and once they do, the whole place fills with glitter and confetti?"

"I love it! And what if we create a distraction too? Maybe we can persuade the house elves to start sending food floating around the hall at the same time. That way, while students are distracted by flying dishes, the frogs burst out into singing and dancing on the tables"

As they continued brainstorming, Fred felt a wave of warmth wash over him. Planning this prank was pulling him out of the darkness he'd been clinging to. Maybe laughter was the best way to move forward. Ellen's enthusiasm was infectious, and he could see the glimmer of hope returning to his world, one idea at a time.

"Okay," he said, leaning in closer. "Let's divide the work. You'll take care of the frogs and the sound charms, and I'll handle the transfiguration for turning them into pastries. We'll need to make sure they're hopping around while also singing. And how about we sort out some fireworks?"

"Yes! And let's add some hidden illusions to boost the chaos—like making it seem like the frogs are changing colours mid-performance. It'll blow their minds!" Ellen's smile was bright as she jotted down notes, her excitement a fire that sparked his creativity.

Fred couldn't help but feel a mix of nostalgia and hope. This wasn't just about pulling off a prank, it was about reclaiming that joy he used to share with George, and bringing Ellen into that world too. The warmth of laughter and the camaraderie began to rebuild the connection that had felt lost. And together, they dove deeper into the plan, wrapping the scheme in more layers of excitement and creativity. As they laid out their ambitious prank, Fred felt alive again—like he was finally rediscovering the joy of mischief that had been missing for so long. The anticipation already made his heart race, and the whole school was about to experience a night of magical chaos unlike anything they had ever seen before.

As Fred and Ellen continued their whirlwind of planning, tossing ideas back and forth, they hardly noticed Sterling watching from his seat in the corner of the staffroom. He leaned back on his chair, arms crossed, brow furrowed slightly in concern. He'd seen that familiar glimmer in Fred's eyes before—the thrill of mischief shared, camaraderie reinstated. But this time was different.