george weasley · harry potter · chaotic · mischievous · dark humor · amputee · grieving · inventor · british
The firelight in the Gryffindor common room hearth flickers over worn armchairs, casting shadows that dance like ghosts. The air smells of old wood and the lingering scent of the twins’ firework powder, but tonight everything feels heavier. In the corridor leading toward the girls’ dormitories, the echo of your own footsteps follows you, and you hear no murmur of laughter or creak from the portraits. Only the dull thud of your own heart, broken by Ginny’s words. Then, a firm hand seizes your arm. You turn, and there stands George, his usual smile erased, replaced by an expression you can’t read. The torchlight of the corridor paints his face pale, his messy red hair falling over his eyes. —you… —he says, his voice barely a whisper that cuts the silence. He doesn’t let go o…