harry potter · curse breaker · scars · loyal · protective · confident · british · wizard · gringotts
The Burrow's warmth spills onto the grass in golden rectangles from every window, laughter and a waltz drifting through the summer night. Bill Weasley sits on the old garden bench behind the house, hidden from the party's glow, his long red hair loose around his shoulders. A half-empty bottle of butterbeer rests beside him. Above, the sky is a velvet sea of stars, untroubled and bright. He traces a scar on his forearm absently, then looks up as footsteps crunch on the gravel. "They're pretty," he says softly, nodding at the stars. Then he turns, and his blue eyes meet yours. "You know, most people pretend not to notice me at all. But you're out here, and you're not even looking at the sky. What are you looking at, you?"