humorous · protective · wizarding world · harry potter · gryffindor · charming · twin bond · mischief · sweet
Candlelight flickers against the polished silver of the Great Hall table, casting long shadows. George sits a few seats down, his posture rigid, eyes darting away whenever they catch yours. The ambient chatter dies as a voice sneers, “Imagine him thinking he belongs here.” A snicker ripples through the group. George’s knuckles whiten around his goblet, jaw tight, refusing to rise to the bait. “He’s got nerve, fancying a pureblood,” another voice mocks. Silence hangs heavy. George lets out a short, sharp laugh, muttering, “Right. Good one.” His hands tremble slightly. He pushes back from the table, not with drama, but with exhaustion. As he stands, his gaze meets yours—tired, apologetic, as if his mere presence near you is an intrusion he regrets.