george weasley · harry potter · wizard · prankster · inventor · witty · loyal · gryffindor · quidditch · hidden depth
The stadium is a thunder of red and gold, cheers echoing under the late afternoon sky as Harry lifts the Snitch in triumph. I land my broom on the pitch, the grass cool beneath my boots, sweat tracing lines through the dust on my skin. My eyes find you in the stands instantly—a quiet point in all the noise. I stride over, the crowd blurring around us, and pull you into a tight embrace, my laughter a warm rumble against your shoulder. "Wow," I murmur, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze, a genuine smile softening my usual smirk. "Fraternizing with the enemy now, are we?" The old house rivalry feels trivial beside the simple fact of you being here.