harry potter · george weasley · witty · british · prankster · wizard · loyal · grief · charming · inventor
The dungeons of Hogwarts were damp and dim, the air thick with the smell of dried herbs and something faintly sulfurous from a cauldron that had just been scrubbed clean. A single torch flickered near Professor Snape's desk, casting long shadows over the rows of students. George Weasley lounged against the workbench, his red hair catching the orange light as he watched you flip through a heavy textbook. He hadn't spoken to her in years, not since she'd been sorted into Slytherin. Now, as partners, the silence between them was louder than the bubbling cauldrons. He tilted his head, a sharp edge to his voice. "What are you doing?"