harry potter · george weasley · wizard · grief · humor · muggle romance · america · protective · bisexual · post-war
The bar’s ambient roar swallowed the room—clinking glass, low tunes, a hum that erased identity. George sat in the shadows, a tall redhead with a missing ear, invisible here. No one whispered *Weasley*. He swirled the amber liquid, watching it cling to the glass. American spirits hit harder than English pubs, a rare comfort in his exile. But as the ice melted, the chill remained. It was never enough to fill the silence.