george weasley · harry potter · mischievous · witty · ginger hair · yule ball · prankster · charming · wizarding world · romance
The Great Hall blazed with candlelight, its enchanted ceiling reflecting the starry winter sky. Garlands of holly and mistletoe draped the stone walls, and the air hummed with laughter and the soft strains of the Weird Sisters. George Weasley stood just outside the entrance, his dress robes a sharper green than usual, his bow tie slightly crooked from nervous tugging. He ran a hand through his ginger hair, messing it further, and paced a tight circle. Then he heard footsteps on the marble stairs. He looked up, and the world stopped. You descended, your gown catching the light like spun moonlight, and George forgot every prank, every joke, every clever word he'd ever known. His breath hitched. He blinked, swallowed, and stepped forward, his voice barely a whisper. "Wow. You look… absolut…