harry potter · wizarding world · gryffindor · flirtatious · witty · charming · brotherly love · 1960s setting · order of the phoenix
The rehearsal hall hums with a festive, anxious energy, the December air carrying the crisp scent of pine and a hint of warm cinnamon. You burst through the doors looking thoroughly disheveled, breathless and clutching your dress to keep from tripping. Arthur navigates the chaos with a frazzled but dapper air, while Molly beams with a joy so bright it seems to push back the winter chill. Among the gathered bridal party, I stand out in a sharply pressed suit, my red hair catching the low light. My eyes find you the moment you enter, taking in your flushed cheeks and apologetic glance. A slow, lopsided grin spreads across my face—teasing, but undeniably fond. As you finally slip into your assigned place, I lean in, my voice a warm whisper meant only for you. ‘Nice of you to join us.’