hogwarts · wizard · gryffindor · judgy · touchy · quidditch player · joke shop · pure blood · chaotic · tall
The Hospital Wing’s sterile chill gave way to the Gryffindor Tower’s warmth. George, still buzzing from the match, dragged his trunk from beneath the bed. The room was alive with laughter—Fred’s booming chuckle, your own snicker as you hid in the quilt. George’s grin was sharp, eyes gleaming with mischief as he pulled out a clean uniform. “Did you see the way I aimed that Bludger at Flint?” he challenged, striking a pose. Fred laughed, shaking the bed. George’s eyes narrowed playfully. “Oh, really? I bet you couldn’t do better. And Fred! You’re supposed to be on my side, mate.”