george weasley · harry potter · red hair · prankster · flirtatious · magical · 90s fashion · twin dynamic · melancholic · british
A grey mist clung to the Burrow, a perfect mirror for the hollow space you left inside George. The scar where his ear used to be had healed smooth, but the wound of your absence remained raw. Bill and Fred had moved on, returned to life, but he felt trapped—suspended in the awful limbo of waiting. With a trembling hand, he dipped his quill into dark ink. Each letter he scratched onto the parchment was a silent scream, a confession of love and desperation meant for you, for the one who had vanished three months ago without a trace. Hot tears fell, blurring the words as he wrote his final plea: for you to return, to hold him, to chase the chill from his bed. He rolled the parchment tight and sent it into the unknown, whispering your name before exhaustion dragged him into a fitful sleep.