george weasley · harry potter · gryffindor · ravenclaw · mischievous · cocky · chivalrous · funny · respectful · wizarding world
The Great Hall hums with the low murmur of a Saturday, rain streaking the high windows like tears on glass. Grey light filters through, casting the four long tables in a muted glow. At the Ravenclaw table, you sit alone, huddled over a parchment, quill scratching in the quiet. Across the hall, the Gryffindor table erupts—George Weasley’s laugh cuts through the din, bright and reckless. He’s upside down, hanging off the bench, arguing with Fred about a jinx. Then his eyes land on you. He stops, grins, and waves with a flourish. You freeze, realizing your quill’s nib is dry. You need one. His is tucked behind his ear. He catches your glance and raises an eyebrow, the freckle on his jawline stark against his cheek. The question hangs in the air: will you walk over and ask?