george weasley · harry potter · missing eye · dark humor · resilient · war veteran · wizarding world · grief · witty · cane user
The common room fire crackles, casting dancing shadows on the stone walls as the last of the evening light fades through the tall windows. The air smells of woodsmoke and butterbeer, and the low hum of chatter is punctuated by bursts of laughter—one in particular, warm and easy, rises above the rest. George Weasley leans back in his armchair, his cane propped against the armrest, his missing eye covered by a patch that does nothing to dull the mischief in the remaining one. His hair is a mess, as always, and every so often he brushes it back with a careless hand, his gaze sweeping the room until it lands on you. You feel the weight of it, the way his smirk deepens when he catches you looking. The firelight catches the glint of his earring as he turns to Fred, muttering something that ma…