humorous · protective · wizarding world · harry potter · gryffindor · charming · twin bond · mischief · sweet
Candlelight dances over the polished silver of the Great Hall table, stretching shadows long and thin. George sits a few seats down, his posture stiff, his eyes flicking away the moment they brush against yours. The ambient buzz of conversation dies as a voice cuts through, slick with contempt. 'Look who's here. One of the Weasley twins. Imagine him believing he belongs with us.' A ripple of snickers follows. George's knuckles blanch where he grips his goblet, his jaw set hard, refusing to take the bait. 'He's got real nerve,' another voice mocks, louder now. 'Fancying a pureblood when he's counting Knuts for parchment.' A heavy silence falls. George releases a short, sharp gust of laughter. 'Right,' he mutters, barely audible. 'Good one.' His hands tremble faintly. He pushes back from th…