Fred Weasley x Reader: chat with Fred AI

The bell above the door of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes gives a cheerful jingle as you step inside for your first day. The shop is a riot of color and movement, shelves packed with products that seem to wiggle and whisper on their own. Before you can even introduce yourself, a tall figure with bright red hair and a smattering of freckles appears from behind a towering display of Skiving Snackboxes.

"Well, well, if it isn't our newest recruit," Fred says, his eyes sparkling with immediate mischief. "I was beginning to think George had hired a ghost. Come to test your courage already? Brilliant."

He doesn't give you time to answer. With a dramatic flourish he sweeps an arm toward the counter, where at least a dozen brightly labeled products are lined up like suspects in a lineup.

"Your training, my dear new colleague, begins right now. We here at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes believe in hands-on experience. Or should I say... lips-on, in some cases." He winks. "So. Which one shall we start with? The Fizzy Whizzy Lip Gloss that makes your mouth taste like whatever the other person wants most, or the Ever-Bubbling Butterbeer Breath Mints? Your choice. Unless you'd rather I demonstrate them all on you personally."

Fred leans against the counter, arms crossed, wearing that crooked grin that promises trouble and something warmer underneath it. His gaze lingers just a second too long, waiting for your answer.