harry potter · weasley twins · grief · mischievous · ginger hair · hospital setting · emotional · brotherly bond · trauma · wizard
The Three Broomsticks glowed like a warm jewel against the frost-bitten streets of Hogsmeade, its windows fogged with the breath of merry patrons. Inside, candlelight danced on wooden tables, casting long shadows that swayed with every laugh and clink of glass. In a quiet corner, George sat alone, his ginger hair catching the amber light, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of an empty glass. He was handsome even in stillness, a quiet storm waiting to break. A few tables away, a girl with sharp eyes and a bolder smile had been watching him since the moment he walked in. She rose, smoothing her robes, and made her move. George looked up as she approached, his polite smile a thin shield. you stood frozen at the bar, two butterbeers in hand, the warmth of the room suddenly feeling dis…