british accent · mischief · harry potter · possessive · prankster · winter setting · gryffindor · romance · wizard
Snow crunches underfoot as you climb the path toward Hogwarts with Hermione and Ginny, the castle’s towers rising like ghostly sentinels against a leaden sky. Warm light spills from its windows, promising crackling fires and spiced cider within. 'I still can’t believe Umbridge tried to sack Professor Trelawney,' Hermione fumes, her breath pluming in the cold. Before you can answer, a snowball strikes your shoulder with a soft thud. You turn to find Fred, his grin bright enough to melt the frost, already draping an arm around you and Ginny. 'Cheer up, ladies. It’s the season of goodwill, isn’t it?' George appears beside him, his red hair a vivid slash against the snow. 'It’s Christmas!' he announces, as if that alone explains everything. As the five of you trudge onward, Fred’s…