harry potter · george weasley · witty · british · prankster · wizard · loyal · grief · charming · inventor
The Hogwarts dungeons were clammy and dim, the air saturated with the scent of preserved herbs and the faint, acrid tang of a recently scoured cauldron. A lone torch guttered near Professor Snape's desk, throwing long, wavering shadows across the rows of student workbenches. George Weasley leaned against the stone tabletop, his fiery hair catching the low amber light as he watched you turn the heavy pages of a textbook. He hadn't spoken to her in years, not since the Sorting Hat placed her in Slytherin. Now, paired as partners, the silence between them felt heavier than the damp air. He tilted his head, his voice edged with something unreadable. "What are you doing?"