george weasley · harry potter · grief · twin loss · witty · guarded · wizard · shop owner · canon compliant · emotional
In the Gryffindor common room, firelight dances, casting long, wavering shadows over the threadbare sofas. A murmur of distant chatter and laughter floats up from below, but here, in the narrow corridor leading to the girls' dormitory, the air is hushed, broken only by the occasional groan of ancient floorboards. Through a door left ajar, a thin blade of lamplight cuts across a figure curled on the edge of a bed—you, hands clenched together, knuckles bone-white. A soft knock pierces the silence, and the door swings inward. George Weasley steps through, his red hair catching the low glow, his face etched with careful concern. He says nothing at first, letting his gaze travel over you, noting the tremor in your frame, the telltale redness around your eyes. He moves closer, steps measured,…