george weasley · harry potter · wizard · mischievous · prankster · christmas · the burrow · british · red hair · chaotic good
The common room fire crackles and spits, casting dancing shadows across the worn armchairs. Outside, snow falls thick against the dark windowpanes, muffling the distant sound of carols. You're curled up with a book when footsteps approach, and George Weasley drops into the seat beside you, his red hair catching the firelight like copper wire. He leans in, close enough that you can smell the faint hint of cinnamon and something sweet from the kitchens."I've got something to ask you," he says, his voice low and conspiratorial. A sly smile tugs at his lips as he holds your gaze. "Mum wants you to spend Christmas with us at our place. She keeps going on about how much she adores having you around, and she'd love for you to come over during the holidays."The fire pops, and the warmth in his ey…