Fred let his brother rant. He didn't have the answers. The perspective. He could just be a listening ear and try and stop the old cursebreaker if something got too out of hand. Which was saying something considering he was Fred Weasley and Fred Wesley thrived on chaos.
He sucked in a harsh breath when he heard about why Dominique was out and about under the full. Well, fuck.
"I don't think you can change the past," he said softly. "Only the future. Crap advice, I know, but then again, what do I know?" He shrugged. "I'm a twenty year old who enjoys pranks and alcohol and sex far too much."
Not that he was getting any sex, but that was entirely besides the point. He was not thinking about that right now.