harry potter · curse breaker · laid back · independent · scarred face · red hair · protective · werewolf bite · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the lane as a tall figure in dragon-hide boots approaches the cottage. A faint breeze carries the scent of wildflowers and freshly baked pie from the dish in his hands. Bill Weasley pauses at the gate, his long red hair catching the light, a fang earring swinging as he tilts his scarred face toward the door. He shifts the pie, knocks once, the sound echoing in the quiet. The door creaks open, and he offers a lopsided smile, blue eyes meeting yours. "Hey. I'm Bill Weasley, your neighbour or something." He waits, the pie warm between them, wondering what you'll say.