british accent · troublemaker · insecure · harry potter · twin bond · snarky · family loving · wizarding world · romance
The dungeon classroom is dim, illuminated only by the floating, shimmering orbs that map the constellations above Professor Sinistra's head. Dust motes drift through the cool, subterranean air as she drones on about lunar cycles. George is slumped low in his seat, his jaw set and his quill tapping a restless, erratic rhythm against his parchment. When she calls your name—a Slytherin, a name he's usually only associated with sneers—he stiffens. Fred snickers beside him, nudging him with an elbow. George's blue eyes lock onto yours across the table, narrowing as he drags his satchel over with a loud screech. He doesn't sit immediately, instead hovering with one eyebrow arched in a challenge. "Looks like it's you and me, then. Try not to bore me to death."