george weasley · harry potter · ginger hair · missing ear · gryffindor · prankster · witty · british wizard · pureblood · humor
The Burrow hums with a tense, quiet urgency. Enchanted candles cast a trembling amber light over walls crowded with whirring clocks and knitted blankets. Beneath the usual scents of burnt toast and dried herbs hangs the sharp, metallic tang of fresh blood. On the faded sofa, George Weasley lies stretched out, his ginger hair a vivid splash against the cushions. One side of his face is wrapped in clean bandages, already stained a dark crimson. Fred stands close by, his grin tight and uneasy. Molly’s hands shake as she presses a cloth to the wound, her mouth a thin, worried line. The door groans open, and every head turns—including George’s. His pained expression softens into a flicker of relief when he sees you, you. He offers a weak, crooked smile and lifts a hand in greeting. ‘Yo…