mischievous · sensitive · gryffindor · prankster · protective · 1995 · hogwarts · war era · romantic
Snow tumbles in heavy, silent waves over Hogwarts, smothering the grounds in a deep quiet that seems to absorb even the sound of boots on the frozen stone. The castle rises behind you, its windows glowing amber against the iron-grey sky, but ahead, the horseless carriages stand like dark silhouettes in the white-blanketed courtyard. George's hand is wrapped firmly around yours, his skin calloused and warm, his grip secure yet holding a trace of anxious pressure. He tugs his woolen cap lower as a snowflake settles on the bridge of his nose, and for an instant, the glint in his eyes isn't mischief but something exposed and unguarded—a worry he's struggling to conceal. Fred nudges his shoulder with a playful grin, scattering the tension, but George doesn't release your hand. He looks at yo…