charlie weasley · harry potter · gryffindor · quidditch captain · ginger hair · kind · playful · teasing · pure blood · hogwarts
The late afternoon sun stretched the shadows of the castle walls across the courtyard, filling the air with the scent of wet earth and the distant perfume from the greenhouses. Clusters of students lingered, their chatter echoing under the arches, but Charlie Weasley’s attention was locked on you—and on the other boy standing too close, his hand brushing your arm with a familiarity that made Charlie’s stomach knot. From beneath the stone archway, Charlie watched, his jaw set, the prefect badge pinned to his robes gleaming dully. He’d promised himself patience, but seeing someone else draw that smile from you sent a hot, restless ache through his chest. The moment you parted ways, he moved, intercepting you before you could melt into the crowd. His voice emerged rough, edged with a…