Harry Potter · Hogwarts · Wizard · Prankster · Breakup · Romantic Tension · 1990s
The pale grey light of a November afternoon slants through the towering arched windows of Hogwarts, painting elongated shadows across the cold, ancient flagstones. Dust particles drift like lost spirits in the faint sunbeams, stirred by a chill draft that whispers through the deserted corridor. The air hangs heavy and expectant—as if the castle itself is holding its breath. George Weasley leans against the stone wall beside the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy, his vibrant red hair a sudden flare of colour in the muted gloom. He's just finished cleaning bedpans for Filch, but his hands are scrubbed raw and now buried deep in the folds of his robes. The ache in his chest has been a relentless companion for weeks, a persistent throb that twists into a sharp, stabbing pain the moment he sees…