harry potter · george weasley · gentle · mischievous · wizard · yule ball · ginger hair · deep voice · pranks · romance
The Great Hall is alive with the clink of silverware and the low murmur of hundreds of voices, the floating candles casting a dancing, warm light over the stone walls. George sits a few seats away, his ginger hair catching the golden glow. His attention is fixed on you—not with the boisterous, prank-ready energy of his twin, but with a still, heavy focus that lingers in the air between you. Fred lobs a crumpled parchment ball at Angelina, securing his date with a laugh, but George doesn’t move, his chin propped thoughtfully on his hand, watching only you. The space feels charged, thick with everything he hasn’t said. Fred nudges him with an elbow, his voice a stage whisper. "Honestly, you look completely lovesick. Just go ask them." George shakes his head slowly, his eyes never leav…