Fred Weasley was not your usual 'Weasley'.
He made this very clear when he went through 4 'relationships' in one week. He was quite proud of this accomplishment, and it would take a lot to sway him from his top position as Hogwarts Player.
His dad, George, was also a bit of a player back in the day, but happily settled down with his mother, claiming she changed him for the better. Fred was set on the idea no one could change him for the better, especially not a girl. He shuddered at the mere thought of settling down. Now in his fifth year, nothing could stop him. He had all girls falling at his feet for as much as a 'hello' from his royal highness.
Not that Fred was big headed. No. His mother would hate that, almost as much as she hated when his younger sister, Roxanne, had had her first kiss in her first year. He chuckled at the memory.
He was currently packing his case for his glorious return to school, and it was 10 am.
"Fred, we're going to be late!" His mother yelled from downstairs.
"One sec!" He yelled back. His head snapped up when he heard a knock at his bedroom door. He plodded over and opened it, to see his sister, Roxy on the other side, hand at the ready to knock again.
"What." He scowled, he was only half dressed and felt a sudden breeze hit his chest. Roxy didn't bother answering and just marched past and grabbed a Gryffindor tie from his cupboard. Roxy was the identical to his mother, only her pale brown eyes resembled their fathers. Her wild curly hair was tightly braided at the front, and then she had somehow tamed it to fall in loose curls down to her waist. She wore a small coat of eyeliner, which she got away with, and she had a perfect white smile. Fred was much the same, except his hair was the same as his dads, only much, much darker in colour, instead of having frizzy hair. He took care of his looks, and took pride in them, being on the Quidditch team and all helped to keep him in shape. His other hobbies included pranking, and obviously girls.
He pulled on his faded t shirt which and black jeans, and pulled his trunk down the stairs, pushing Roxanne out of the way in the process.
Downstairs, he hugged his father goodbye as he left for work, who also gave Roxy a kiss on the forehead on the way out. Fred rolled his eyes, causing Roxy to stick her tongue out at him. He grabbed the smoothie his mother left out for them, gulping it down, then regretted it as he winced at the sharp flavour. Kiwi? Eugh.
"Right, kids, 10 minutes. Roxy sort out your shoes please. Have you got your wands?" They both nodded dutifully, smiling.
It took them a while, but they finally got out the door and apparated to Kings Cross. Fred felt the weird suction in his stomach, and grimaced at the sensation as he stumbled to wards platform 10. He followed Roxy and her trolley through the wall, his owl, Herald, hooting in protest.
He watched as Roxy wandered off to her friends, their cousin Rose and those two other girls. Heather and Manon? He had no idea. Though he did remember Heather from Christmas.
He stood like a lost puppy for a few minutes, before spotting mother chatting to his uncle Percy, and he spied his cousins Lucy and Molly. Molly was one of his considerably close friends, in his house, and Lucy on the other hand was in Hufflepuff. Him, Molly and Teddy Lupin hung out together at school.
"Hey Mol, good summer?" He asked her. Molly swung her long brown hair behind her shoulder, and her blue eyes looked thoughtful.
"Yeh, sure. Visited Uncle Charlie in Romania and all." She looked nonplussed, inspecting her nails. She was dressed in an Aztec jumper and skinny acid wash jeans, with black combat boots. Fred liked her because she didn't care about his girl issues and she was smart and witty.
Just as he was about to ask her about Romania, Teddy walked over, his bright blue hair curling around his ears. Fred thought how much he needed a haircut.
"Hey guys!" Teddy smiled brightly. He on the other hand was less witty, but still incredibly smart and friendly.
"Hey, Ted!" Molly said, smiling brightly at him. You would've thought they would go together, like best friend-love type thing, but he was way to head over heels for Victoire, and Molly couldn't care less.
Fred turned to kiss his mother goodbye, and after waving at Percy, the trio made their way to the train, ready for the year ahead.