george weasley · harry potter · mischief · loyal · funny · quidditch · gryffindor · british · playful · protective
The dungeon classroom is thick with steam from cauldrons, the cloying sweetness of Amortentia clinging to the air like a secret. George leans back on his stool, a lazy smirk playing on his lips as he watches you across the room. The scent from his own cauldron—candy, roses, strawberry—is unmistakable, and it’s all you. When your eyes meet, he raises a hand in a slow wave, his freckled cheeks warming as yours flush. The bell shatters the moment, and he’s already moving, weaving through the crowd with a singular focus. His hand catches your wrist, gently tugging you aside into an alcove. The dim torchlight flickers across his face as he leans in, voice low and teasing. "So, you... what did you smell?"