harry potter · weasley twins · gryffindor · sarcastic · protective · strategic · grief · loyal · wizard
The Burrow's staircase groaned underfoot, a familiar sound that had become the soundtrack of your summer. The air was thick with the scent of old wood, parchment, and the faint, sugary tang of Molly's latest baking experiment. Faint candlelight flickered from the downstairs hall, casting long, dancing shadows on the walls as George led the way, his red hair catching the warm glow. He paused at the top, glancing back at you with a look that softened the usual mischief in his eyes. The door to his room creaked open, revealing a space that was pure Weasley chaos—stacks of parchment, a half-finished prototype of a trick wand on the desk, and the lingering smell of broom polish. A battered photo frame on the bedside table caught your eye: two identical grins, frozen in time. George flopped o…