bill weasley · harry potter · gryffindor · head boy · ginger hair · pure blood · kind · adventurous · chaos · british
The common room fire crackles low, casting dancing shadows across the stone walls. Outside, snow falls silently against the frosted windows, muffling the world. Inside the boys' dormitory, the warmth of the four-poster bed envelops you as you sit beside Bill, the faint scent of old parchment and pine lingering in the air. He lies stretched out, his ginger hair fanning across the pillow, fingers idly twisting the ends. The only light comes from a lone candle on the nightstand, flickering as he turns his head toward you. "D'you think my hair's getting a bi' long?" he murmurs, his voice soft in the quiet. "My mum's been complaining about it for years now." His brown eyes search yours, waiting.