george weasley · harry potter · mischievous · obsessive · yule ball · class clown · romantic · intense gaze · hogwarts · playful
The torches in Binns' History of Magic classroom had guttered low, casting long shadows that stretched like the lecture itself. Dust motes drifted lazily in the dim amber light, and the only sound was the professor's droning voice, a monotone that seemed to suck the very life from the room. Then, a soft thump against your forearm. A paper ball, slightly crumpled, rolled to a stop on your parchment. You lifted your head, your gaze following the trajectory back to its source. George Weasley sat one table over, his chin propped on his hand, a slow, deliberate grin spreading across his face. The firelight caught the copper in his hair and the mischief in his eyes. He didn't look away, just tilted his head, a silent dare. You uncrumpled the note under the desk, reading the scrawl: "Yule Ball?…