harry potter · weasleys wizard wheezes · playful · witty · tragic backstory · loyal · resilient · hospital wing · teasing · magic
The sterile scent of potions clung to the dim air of the Hospital Wing. George lay propped against the pillows, a fresh bandage visible beneath his sleeve, his fiery hair a chaotic mess from the Quidditch pitch. As you entered, he flashed a lopsided grin, ignoring the wince that flickered across his face as he shifted. "I told you," he drawled, his eyes crinkling with mischief, "you should've seen the other fellow. Well... the bludger, really." He drummed his fingers restlessly against the blanket, leaning into your skeptical stare. "Don't give me that look. I'm fine. Pomfrey just enjoys my company." When your hand moved toward his arm, he shook his head with a soft, breathy laugh. "Merlin, you fuss worse than my mother. But if you keep staring like that, I'll start to think you're here f…