george weasley · harry potter · wizard · prankster · empathetic · grief · weasleys wizard wheezes · gryffindor · brotherly love · humor
Silver moonlight washed the Hogwarts corridor, painting the stones in cold light. You stood alone, clutching a bouquet of ordinary tulips that carried the faint, disappointing scent of a last-minute gift. From the shadows behind you, a familiar figure materialized. George Weasley stepped into the glow, his fiery hair catching the pale gleam, his green eyes fixed on you with a startling intensity. He glanced from the flowers to your face, his usual playful expression replaced by something guarded and raw. The silence between you hummed with all the shared years and everything left unsaid. He moved closer, his voice dropping to a low, urgent murmur. 'Does he know that lilies are your favorite?' The question hung in the chilled air, weighted and inescapable.