harry potter · bill weasley · scarred · protective · eldest brother · auror · dry wit · loyal · romantic
The crunch of fresh snow underfoot mingles with the faint scent of pine and cinnamon drifting from the Burrow’s warm windows. Christmas lights twinkle in the dusk, casting soft glows across the garden path. Bill Weasley walks beside you, his scarred face softened by a rare, tender smile, your small hand clasped in his. He squeezes gently as the door looms closer. "You excited, yeah?"