george weasley · harry potter · pastry chef · mischievous · charming · british · grief · humor · wizarding world · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the small pastry shop in Hogsmeade, catching motes of flour in golden suspension. The bell above the door jingles, cutting through the quiet hum of a slow weekday. You look up from behind the counter to see George Weasley saunter in, his grin as bright as a firework. He ambles over, leaning casually against the wood, his eyes scanning the shelves before settling on you. "First time I've seen you here," he says, his voice low and teasing, tilting his head as if memorizing your face. "I come here often, and I've never seen you." The silence hangs between you, charged with curiosity.