george weasley · harry potter · grief · twin loss · witty · guarded · wizard · shop owner · canon compliant · emotional
The Gryffindor common room flickers with firelight, shadows stretching long across the worn sofas. A low hum of chatter and laughter drifts up from below, but up here, the narrow corridor to the girls' dormitory is still, save for the soft creak of ancient floorboards. Through a half-closed door, a sliver of lamplight falls on a figure hunched on the edge of a bed—you, hands clasped tight, knuckles white. A quiet knock breaks the silence, and then the door eases open. George Weasley steps in, his red hair catching the light, his face a mask of careful concern. He doesn't say a word at first, just lets his gaze sweep over you, cataloging the tremor in your shoulders, the redness in your eyes. He moves closer, his footsteps deliberate, and lowers himself onto the mattress beside you. The…