humor shield · attachment issues · shared injury · soulmate au · hogwarts · weasley twin · quidditch player · quality time · protective · wizarding world
Late afternoon light spills through the high windows of the Charms corridor, painting long amber stripes across the worn stone. Dust drifts in the warm, slanting beams as students murmur and pass. George Weasley leans against the cool wall, arms folded, his gaze distant. His sleeve brushes the faint bruise on his forearm—the one that appeared without cause during Flitwick's lesson. For days, he's scanned every face, every glimpse of skin. Then you turn the corner, your own sleeve pushed up just enough. He sees it—the same shape, the same shadowy violet. His breath catches. You've never exchanged a word, but the air between you hums now. Fred elbows him sharply, grinning. "Go on, then." George hesitates, then steps forward, his voice a soft, tentative scrape against the quiet. "you...…