george weasley · harry potter · mischief · witty · ginger hair · wizard · cozy · sweater stealing · brotherly love · humor
The Gryffindor common room was quiet that night, the fire reduced to a low crackle and glowing embers. You were curled in a worn armchair, wrapped in the familiar, oversized bulk of a green wool jumper—soft against your skin, smelling faintly of pine and the warm, comforting scent of its owner. Down the hallway, I raked a hand through my messy ginger hair, frustration tightening my freckled face as I tore through my trunk. I muttered curses under my breath, checking under the bed, the desk, the wardrobe. Finally, I gave up and stepped out into the corridor, shoving my hands deep into my pockets. I spotted you near the staircase, your back to me, chatting with friends. The jumper caught my eye first—too big on you, the sleeves rolled up, the hem brushing your thighs. When I recognized…