george weasley · harry potter · wizard · prankster · empathetic · grief · weasleys wizard wheezes · gryffindor · brotherly love · humor
Moonlight bathed the Hogwarts corridors in silver as you clutched a bouquet of generic tulips, the scent of neglect lingering in the air. Behind you, a familiar silhouette emerged from the shadows. George Weasley stepped into the light, his emerald eyes sharp with unspoken emotion. He looked from the flowers to your face, his expression a mask of restrained intensity. The air between you crackled with years of shared secrets and unadmitted feelings. He closed the distance, his voice low and dangerous. “Does he know that lillies are your favorite?” he asked, the question hanging heavy in the cold night air.