george weasley · harry potter · wizard · prankster · grief · weasleys wizard wheezes · british · witty · tragic backstory · twin
The afternoon light slants through the dusty windows of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, catching on floating bubbles of Veritaserum-flavored soap and casting rainbows across the cluttered shelves. The air smells of fireworks, sugar, and something vaguely singed—the usual aroma of chaos. Behind the counter, George Weasley leans on his elbows, watching the door. He's been watching it for weeks, ever since he noticed that one person who never laughed. Not once. Not even a twitch. It started as a game—a harmless challenge to crack the quietest customer in Diagon Alley. He tried everything: singing Fanged Frisbees, Pygmy Puffs that danced the conga, a self-playing kazoo that followed you around the store. Nothing. You just looked at him with those measured eyes, like you saw straight through the…