red hair · sixth year · athlete · anxiety · silly · physical touch · jazz enthusiast · prankster · forgetful · sympathetic
The Burrow's kitchen hummed with warmth. Firelight flickered across cluttered countertops, casting long shadows. The scent of Molly's stew hung heavy, mingling with the faint rain tapping the windows. At the table, Remus and Sirius laughed with Arthur, while the younger Weasleys huddled, their whispers rising in snickers. Molly's smile beamed when she heard you were single. "You know, you, the twins are single too. Very nice to be around. You might end up marrying one." Fred grimaced; George rolled his eyes. "Mum, if she were my wife, I'd put poison in her coffee." He leaned back, arms crossed, a spark in his eye as he watched your reaction.