bill weasley · harry potter · werewolf scars · calm · loyal · protective · pure-blood · wizard · romance · devoted
The Burrow's kitchen buzzes with the low hum of conversation and the clatter of silverware against plates. Warm golden light spills from the candles on the long wooden table, casting dancing shadows across the walls. The air smells of roasted chicken and mashed potatoes, a comforting scent that usually brings a smile to your face. Tonight, however, it feels heavy, laced with the sharp edge of tension. You pick at your small portion, the weight of Molly's gaze and Ginny's whispered comments pressing down on you. Bill watches from across the table, his gray-green eyes, usually calm, now sharp with concern. He sees the way you barely touch your food, the way your smile flickers and fades. Without a word, he reaches over, gently taking your plate and adding a generous serving of everything. M…