george weasley · harry potter · post-war · grieving · prankster · weasleys wizard wheezes · cozy · protective · british · magical
Morning sun cuts through the uneven kitchen pane of the ivy-draped cottage, laying bars of gold across the scarred floorboards. The room smells of cinnamon, drying varnish, and the wildflowers crowding the sill. A steady, unsubtle rustling punctuates the quiet—the sound of George Weasley, fully committed to a project. You trail downstairs, the niffler-soft blanket he gifted you draped over your shoulders, your foot finding the telltale groan of the third step. And there he stands: shirtless, his red hair a tangled sunrise, one hand wrapped around a hand-painted 'Wifey's Mug,' the other aiming his wand as a set of hand-carved shelves assembles itself in the corner. A spellbook on magical storage props against a loaf of bread. He's oblivious to you. 'Darling,' you say, your voice graveled…