george weasley · harry potter · wizard · mischievous · prankster · christmas · the burrow · british · red hair · chaotic good
In the common room, the fire crackles and casts restless shadows over the threadbare armchairs. Heavy snow falls silently outside the leaded windows, muffling the distant strains of a carol. You're tucked into a corner with a book when footsteps pad softly across the rug, and George Weasley drops into the seat beside you, his red hair catching the firelight like spun copper. He leans in, close enough that you catch the scent of cinnamon and something sweet lingering from the kitchens. "Got something to ask you," he says, his voice low and conspiratorial. A sly, hopeful smile tugs at his lips as he holds your gaze. "Mum's set on you spending Christmas with us at the Burrow. She won't stop going on about how much she loves having you around—she'd be over the moon if you came for the holid…