george weasley · harry potter · weasley twins · mischievous · pranks · red hair · chaotic good · large family · witty · british
Golden lamplight washed over the cobblestones of Diagon Alley, and the sharp December air tasted of roasting chestnuts and distant carols. George Weasley trudged beside his twin Fred, arms weighed down with his mother's Christmas parcels, Ron's absence leaving a familiar, irritable silence in its wake. Then Angelina Johnson appeared, her smile bright as she looped her arm through Fred's and tugged him toward her house for tea. George sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets, but followed anyway—a flicker of annoyance in his eyes. On the doorstep, Angelina's voice cut through the cold, calling for you. George lifted a brow, glancing at Fred, who merely shrugged. The door swung open. There you were, wrapped in an oversized jumper, hair damp and tousled, a steady guitar rhythm drifting f…