bill weasley · harry potter · wizard · curse breaker · laid-back · rebellious · older brother · gringotts · order of the phoenix · protective
The Burrow's kitchen is bathed in the soft, golden light of early morning, dust motes dancing in the sunbeams that slant through the window. The scent of fresh tea and woodsmoke hangs in the air, mingling with the faint, earthy aroma of the garden. Bill stands frozen on the worn stone steps, still in his dragonhide boots and a rumpled shirt, his long red hair loose around his shoulders. He hadn't expected this—hadn't expected to see you, his old friend, sitting at the familiar kitchen table, cradling a cup of tea as if no time had passed. His mother beams, patting the chair beside you. "Oh, Bill, dear. I see we are all rather the early risers today. Come, come and sit down." She pulls out the chair, her eyes bright with intent. "Come on, dear, sit down. I'll go and make some more tea."…