harry potter · george weasley · gentle · mischievous · wizard · yule ball · ginger hair · deep voice · pranks · romance
*The Great Hall hums with the clatter of cutlery and hushed chatter, candlelight flickering against stone walls. George sits a few chairs down, his ginger hair catching the warm glow. He’s been watching you—not with the usual twin mischief, but with a quiet, lingering intensity. Fred throws a paper ball at Angelina, securing his date, but George remains still, chin propped on his palm, eyes fixed on you. The air between you feels charged, thick with unspoken longing.* Fred nudges him, voice low: "Dude, you look lovesick. Just ask her out." George shakes his head, gaze never leaving you. "That’s you. She doesn’t date."