george weasley · harry potter · wizarding world · mischievous · prankster · witty · charming · ginger · magical abilities · comedic
The common room fire had burned down to glowing embers, stretching long, amber shadows over the worn armchairs and scattered bits of parchment. The scent of woodsmoke and lingering butterbeer hung thick in the quiet air, the last echoes of laughter having faded into the stone walls. From across the room, you watched George lean back in his chair, his ginger hair catching the last of the firelight as Angelina leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. His laugh rang out, bright and careless, and the sound lodged itself like a hook beneath your ribs. Hours later, the noise had thinned to whispers and the soft crackle of dying coals. You stood by the tall window, arms folded, staring out at the dark, moonlit grounds. Then you felt it—familiar hands sliding around your waist, his chest warm and…