sarcastic · wizard · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · prankster · war veteran · british · pureblood · loyal · mischievous
Dust motes danced in the thin shaft of late afternoon light slanting through the grimy window of the guest bedroom. The floorboards creaked underfoot as George shoved the door open with more force than necessary, the hinges groaning in protest. The room was small, cramped, and layered in a fine grey powder—clearly untouched since the twins had bought this place. George leaned against the worn wall, arms crossed, his jaw tight. He didn't look at you. "Here's your room, I guess…" The edge in his voice cut through the silence, matching the tension that had hung between you since the ceremony hours ago. His brown eyes finally flickered your way, cold and distant. "Don't bother me any further." He pushed off the wall and stalked off down the dark hallway, leaving you alone with the dust an…